	Hannah was frustrated.  She always knew she was different.  It was tough on her because her physical development was decades behind her intellectual development.  She wasn't sure how she was born into the circumstances that she was. She lived in a trailer park behind the school which was built in the 50's.  She spent most of her time in the school playground by herself, wondering how she could get away.  Her mother worked at the local Wal-Mart and didn't have much time for her.  She never really knew her father, and her mother would have an endless string of low life alcoholics that at the best didn't pay attention to her and at the worst, beat her.  She thought about turning them in for child abuse, but then she realized from her peers that if that happened she could go into the foster care system where a lot worse things could happen to her.
	She would stay at school as much as possible just to avoid going home.  She needed some way of getting out of her situation, but there was not much a little girl could do.  She really wasn't a little girl, but everyone treated her like one.  She really didn't know what to do until one girl told her about her uncle.  
	Judy was Hannah's best friend, and she told her everything.  She lived in a real house, not one in the trailer park.  She had a driveway that went from the street to the garage, not a carport like Hannah's double wide. It was a two car garage also. She also had a front yard and a back yard that was fenced in with wood fence that gave them privacy.  They would climb into the tree house and share the happiness and sadness in their lives. They talked about how they independently discovered the pleasure center between their legs, how they had indescrible ecstasy at their fingertips.  
	Judy talked about how she found more pleasure at the hands of her capable uncle and described the delights of older men and their incredibly large  (at least to a little girl) members that squirted hot babymaking semen.  Hannah would sit for hours listening in detail about how her bff Judy would talk about how you ride a cock, how to position yourself for maximum pleasure, for his pleasure, and even licking it like an ice cream cone, and how to make fall asleep by licking and sucking this control stick on a man that allows you to make a man do your bidding...this was information that was available on the internet, but not adapted to the young female physique and mouth with practical tips by an experienced little girl. Hannah filled in her friend Judy about the scientific and slang terms that she found in books and the websites that they weren't supposed to go to, because Hannah could crack the nanny software easily and they learned things that adults wouldn't tell little girls, except Judy's uncle.
	Judy's Uncle wasn't married, but had a good job.  He would take her places and buy her things.  She felt like she loved him, and he loved her.  He would treat her like a grown up and they would do grown up things together.  Then one day her mother caught them and they took her uncle away.  Unfortunately Hannah did not have an uncle or any relatives that she knew of.  Judy cried in Hannah's arms.  She did not understand why her mother was so mad at her and her uncle.  Judy kissed Hannah in the way that her Uncle did with her tongue.  Hannah kissed back.  She knew Judy needed to feel pleasure like she did with her Uncle.  Although she knew that she didn't have her uncle's big cock, she had a little girl cunt just like Judy did, and she tried some techniques that seemed to work little girl to little girl, like 69, scissoring and mutual masturbation.  Their little girl orgasms comforted them and as they lay together basking in the afterglow, they made a promise to love each other forever no matter what happened.
	Her uncle loved her deeply and she loved him.  He couldn't understand why he was taken away by the police.  She refused to testify in court against him, and eventually the charges were dropped.  Although he was a free man, Judy's uncle was shunned by the family and he moved away never to return.  Judy missed her Uncle dearly.  Hannah asked what she missed the most.  Judy said it was the way her uncle looked at her, like he was hungry for her, like she was the best food in the world, and it would stop his mind dead in its tracks.  He would try to hide it in the presence of other people, but she knew that she was what her uncle wanted.  Her mother was furious about Judy's decision no to testify and forbid her to see Hannah or any of her friends.  She couldn't believe that at 7 years old she had already lost her to a man.  Eventually Judy moved away suddenly and Hannah didn't have the chance to say goodbye to Judy.  Hannah remembered what Judy said about her uncle.  She wished someone would look at her that way.  She knew that men like Judy's uncle were rare and afraid to be found out, so she would probably have to wait until she grew tits and she grew hair and her inner pussy lips swelled and darkened to a deep pink ready to trap a hard cock inside.  That of course, was years away, and it depressed her.  
	Then one day she saw him.  A man trying to look like he was not there to look across the street at the playground.  His clothes were shabby and his car was old.  She decided she would see if he was really interested or not.  She went over to the tetherball pole and quickly wrapped the ball around the pole.  Then she slowly slid up the pole, pumping her lithe body up and down in an inchworm motion till she got to the top.  She could feel the tingle between her legs as rubbed her crotch against the hard pole.  She noticed that there was a depression on the top of tetherball pole.  She looked over at him, and his mouth was dropped wide open and he looked like he was in a trance.  "This was too easy," she thought to herself.  She gave him a wink and sauntered over to his car. Her ship had come in.  Bob didn't know it, but his ship had come in too.
	"Hi there!" she said to the catatonic man.  "I'm Hannah, what's your name?" The man looked her in the eyes. "Bob." "well bob, you certainly are a perv."  She could see the fear and hurt in his eyes.  He obviously wasn't a winner, she thought.  She wasn't sure how old he was but maybe she could manipulate  him into doing what she wanted.  "look, if you don't want me to report you to the police, Don't hang out here again. Get me a cell phone and put your home, cell, and work numbers in.  Do you have internet access?" Bob nodded.  "Good, then set up an online trading account. Put the cell phone inside the top of the tetherball pole and don't come here again.  If you do all of those things, I'll make sure you'll have a good time." 
	Bob couldn't believe his ears.  Either way, he didn't have a choice, and frankly it was the most exciting moment of his poor life. His job was not paying the rent really hand he had to rely on the charity of his parents, who used the opportunity to belittle him endlessly, tell him what a disappointment he is, etc. He really wanted to escape his dead end job at a big box store fixing computers and be rid of his parents once and for all.  He had a crappy apartment and all it had was a computer and a desk for his computer. Nobody visited him.  he spent most of his spare time he spent in front of the computer.  Hannah was the first person that he spoke to that didn't involve him buying something or work.  So he did what she said, got a pink cell phone and said it was for his daughter.  Suddenly the saleswoman became interested in him because if he mentioned a daughter, someone found him worthy enough to fuck him and have his child.  
	Woman were always interested in children and money, and you have to have a man for that.  Bob knew that he could never compete with other men because he was poor and didn't understand what women want.  He had never been on a date before.  He never had a relationship with a woman before.  He only wishes that he could turn back the clock and start with a young girl.  One that is not so complicated.  Women always seem to know what he is going to do before he does it, and girls don't have any pretenses or ulterior motives like women do.  Although now that he thought about it, Hannah must want something.  
	In the dark of night, Bob climbed up the tetherball pole and put in his cell number, home number, and work number.  He also put Hannah's cell number in his phone.  At least he can see who she is calling. He went to work the next day and waited.  The phone rang and it was Hannah's number.  "Do you have a pen?" She said, not bothering to wait for him to say hello.  Bob balked a bit because the instructions for him were to spend money on trading Bob wasn't sure he could do without.  
	"Trust me, I don't want to hurt you.  I know every woman you've ever known, including your mother has never told you the truth, but I will now.  I am 10 years old, and my IQ is so high no one believes it.  My mother is scared of me, and her boyfriend beats me because he is scared of me too.  I need you on my side.  I know why you are attracted to me.  I am young and innocent and I represent a way for you to get your childhood back.  Help me and I will help you reclaim your lost childhood and finally get you to adulthood and independence.  You want that.  You want me too.  I know how you look at me.  You'll be my first love, my first kiss, my first....everything  If you do this."
	Bob dutifully got a pen and wrote down Hannah's instructions.  He hung up the phone and went to the trading account and made the order for the trade in the amount she wanted.  It was all he had at the time.  He hoped that she would keep her promise. Bob did not sleep well, for he felt out of control and was apprehensive about all of this.  How does Hannah know about all of this?  He got a call during work.  It was Hannah asking if he checked the account.  He said he would check it when he got home.
	When Bob got home, he couldn't believe his eyes.  He had just made 8 times the amount he'd spent.  He called Hannah.  Hannah repsonded flatly, "so are you going to trust me now?"  Bob responded just as flatly.  "Good." she said. "Pick me up."  Bob drove to the corner he was instructed to.  Hannah appeared at his car seconds after his arrival.  "You know we should celebrate," Bob suggested. "Yes we should, but let's not get too crazy." They decided on Outback takeaway, since her parents couldn't afford it and no one would recognize them there.  No one took a second look as they drove in to pick up their order. Sadly Bob couldn't really afford to eat there either, until now.  They went to his apartment and ate and Hannah tried to tell Bob about her plans for the money.  It involved more investment, corporations, shell companies, and offshore accounts.  He said that was a lot of work.  "That's why you are going to get me a laptop.  Once you get me a laptop, I'll get you...off." 
	Bob could hardly believe his ears.  "Yes, you heard me, and I mean it," she said with a mischevious sexy smile.  Well, as sexy as an 8 year old could be.  Bob had a hard on.  She looked at his hard on tenting his pants.  She looked directly at the hidden erection and said "whoa boy, you've got work to do.  Bob drove to his employer.  He was apprehensive a bit about going there, but he also had a feeling soon he would be free of that place anyway.  She opened the door and Bob followed her to the car.  She was charming as his "daughter" and they got a middle of the road model with cellular internet although he had to insist the computer was for him even though Hannah was clearly interested.  It was the first time he had used his discount at work.  It occurred to him that he hadn't mentioned his "daughter" to anyone before...   
	After they got home it was party time.  Hannah attacked him like a wild dog.  She took off her clothes in a split second and dove between his legs, freeing is surprised cock.  She started licking it and looked up at him with puppy dog eyes, and then started jerking him off and sucking him alternately.  Suddenly Bob came and fell to his knees.  He was in a vegatative state after the amazing handjob/blowjob he received.  He didn't notice Hannah turning the laptop's camera toward his face.
	Hannah strode Bob like a horse.  She commanded him to stroke her.  Bob didn't think twice.  He gently stroked her most sensitive spot with the utmost care, caressing her spot into a commanding orgasm.  "Smile Bob," she said with a little laugh.  It just occurred to him that Hannah pointed the camera on his face with a view of him diddling Hannah, and he was too dazed and confused to do anything about it.  She made certain that her face was out of the frame.  She turned off the camera and said "now I've got you for seven years." That little bitch knew statute of limitation laws.  "If that's the case, what's another day or too," he said as he grabbed his cock and motioned for Hannah to come over.  Hannah was ready for round two.  Bob was in heaven once more and would remain there for a while.  
	Before he knew it Hannah had let herself out while he was in his semi concious after sex state.  Bob was dumbfounded at how this little minx played him like a violin.  She held all the cards and she knew it.  For a couple of weeks Bob went about his business as usual, and Hannah wasn't around at all.  He was tempted to call her, but he didn't because he was afraid someone was bugging his calls.  It seemed like a setup to him.  Although the cellphone he gave her was in his name, and that did give him some control.  Bob went to his computer and looked at her cellphone activity online.  Most of the calls were to area codes he didn't recognize, and he later did some googling on them and some were to foreign countries.  He went to a site where you could track cellphones like it had a gps receiver.  As soon as he had a trace which was at the library, he immediately got a text from her: "dn't trk me prv, i l cntct u l8r ;)"  
	He got an email from her with instructions for the money to be invested and some accounts to be opened.  He followed the instructions to the letter.  The money increased exponentially.  Although he was tempted to touch the money, Hannah seemed to know his every move.  If he even logged on to the account website, a text would come immediately from Hannah on his cell phone.  "wht ru up 2?"  Clearly he knew better.  Then he got another email from Hannah.  All it said was "Apply for a passport. Do it now because it takes 6 to 8 weeks."  He did and Eventually the money made became more than he earned in a week, then two weeks, then a year.  In the month that followed, they had a lot of money.  He then got an email for Hannah.  "be ready to travel," it had a link to a travel website with their itinerary already listed.  Most of the cities listed were well know U.S. financial centers.  The last destination was in the middle of nowhere.  Bob knew better than to ask questions.
	Bob waited nervously in the car.  He was parked in front of Hannah's trailer, getting ready to speak to her mother.  He looked at the briefcase that held the materials he would pitch.  He had carefully rehearsed the speech that Hannah taught him.  "Hi, I am Dr. Richard Anderson of the NSA special projects division.  We're very interested in Hannah's abilities and there is an urgent need to develop children with advanced intellectual potential to work in defending the country from terrorists; You do want Hannah to do her part to defeat terrorism, don't you?  We will need to take her to a secret location for a two week evaluation.  If she is able to fit in to our program we will contact you for further instructions.  Here is my card.  You can contact Hannah at the address or phone number listed."	
	Hannah came over ready to go with a barbie rolling suitcase in hand, little trench coat and sunglasses.  She looked as cute as a button.  "Ready?" she said as she peeked at him from under her sunglasses.  Bob just silently put his and her luggage in the car and pulled out of the parking lot. This was the first time he had gone on vacation since he was a child.  He got vacation time but never used it at work.  He had no where to go, and no money to spend until now. As they were driving to the airport,  He asked her what was in Kansas.  Her response was it would be a surprise. They made a whirlwind tour of different financial institutions, creating accounts, making deposits, setting up corporations, and growing their investments.  Bob was a successful businessman by day and Hannah was his cute, spoiled daughter but in reality she was listening in on Bob's transactions and cueing him if necessary.  When they got back to the hotel, they were lovers.  
	Hannah and Bob were sitting in a rental car they got out in Kansas City.  They drove 3 hours to Minneapolis.  As they sat, Hannah made a call.  She had finally tracked down Judy and her mother. She had been in contact with judy through the mail since she didn't have internet because her mother was to poor to afford it after her father left them. Judy's mother worked to jobs to support the two of them and wasn't home at the time, which made it easy for them to meet at the motel they were staying at.  They caught up a bit, introduced Bob to their secret games they played in the treehouse.  Bob played with himself as the girls got into a 69.  When the three of them all had their orgasms Hannah also said that she had contacted Judy's uncle.  Once again Dr. Richardson came calling and Judy joined them on the road.  
	The next stop was Tennesee where Uncle Rick was working as a truck driver.  Bob, er, Dr. Richardson introduced himself, gave Rick his card, and set up a meeting in the conference room of their hotel.  Rick was dumbfounded at why the NSA would need a former Psychologist now working as a truck driver whose credentials were revoked because of scandal until the door opened.  First Hannah, and then Judy came through the door.  
	"Judy?" Rick stammered.  "Uncle Rick!"  The two lovers, uncle and niece embraced.  "I missed you so much, honey." Judy jumped up straddling her Uncle's lower ribcage and french kissed her.  Fortunately everyone in the room understood their passion.  Bob and Hannah smiled.  "Hey you guys, get a room," Hannah teased.  "uh Hannah?," Judy asked, "Do you have the room key?"  Hannah slipped the cardkey out of her purse.  "Just remember to suck him dry.  No tell tale cum spots on the sheets."  Judy and Rick laughed as they left.
	By the time summer came the investments became more substantial, and soon Bob was looking at more money than he every thought he would make his entire life.  He cut back his hours at the big box store, and eventually quit, which stunned his boss, co-workers, and parents.  He was the new IT support person at the orginization, which had an office, a couple of desks, some computers and colleagues, two of which were ten years old.  Hannah graduated from high school using exams she got from the state, and was busy teaching Judy and got her as far as jr high.  Sitting next to them was Rick, who was arranging for the screening of persons of interest to the organization.  Right now the priority was getting instructors for the high school/jr. college institute for gifted girls.  Hannah had written programs that data mined billions of pieces of information that yielded the locations of sympathetic people in education, government, law enforcement, and potential students  that were in need of their programs.  
	Bob and Rick were the front men, and Hannah was the brains of the operation.  Judy was the prepubescent femme fatale.  They could always count on her to draw out the real pervs and catch them in the act.  Once that happened, they would gain access to anything they wanted.  The poor states were easy to get to, because they welcomed any help by the "NSA special projects division" to make their outdated computer systems run more efficiently.  They didn't ask too many questions as their data was being converted into workable lists of value to the division.
	On their next trip, they found that it would be best to split up and cover half of the country as they went on their search for the best and brightest young girls...girls stuck, like Hannah, from poor areas whose parents could not or would not recognize the potential in their children or could provide the environment that could stimulate their little girls to their amazing potential.  Within two weeks they had a class of 12 girls, 4 instructors, and 8 skilled staff to start work on their next big project; work on the phase I facility.  