Snow White (added: 9/8/04)

[scarletmoonrise]

Tammy Weiss had just turned to double digits in years; She was now ten. She's the cute little blond girl everyone remembers from elementary school. Her green eyes alone are enough to make people stop and think pleasntries. She was a nice kid who always shared, never bullied anyone. She started to develop a little bit earlier than most girls; And all the boys noticed, of course. She lives in Austin, Texas. Her parents, Mr. Weiss who was thirty-five, with copper blond hair, and Mrs. Weiss thirty-four with summer blond hair, moved from Florida to escape the hurricane seasons. They bought some property earlier in the year and decided it best for Tammy to have a better chance in a place where they didn't have to fear come every August.

Tammy's parents made quite a lot of friends in the first few months living in Austin. Being that they lived ride down the block from Silver Stone Elementary school, Tammy was pretty much the one who met the kids, and then the parents had dinner together. It was a pleasant place to be for Tammy at that age.

Just past a few trees was Shoal Creek where all the kids would get together after school and swim. It had a huge park where you could spend a day there and not complain over seeing the same thing over and over and then wanting to kill the next person you see. Tammy told her parents that she didn't miss her friends anymore, she had better ones now.

And then another family moved in next door; The Dannicks. The Dannicks moved from South Austin to avoid all the crime and horrible traffic. The family consisted of Mr. Dannick, who was fifty years old and a few specks of gray in his hair. Mrs. Dannick, who was forty-seven years old and luxurious long black hair (naturally black from her Native American ancestry). And their son who visited often, Michael Dannick. Michael was twenty, jet-black hair down to the base of his neck, pale skin and very odd Absinthian green eyes. Odd in the way at how illuminous they were. They appeared to glow in all light.

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It was Autumn now and the Dannicks and the Weiss' enjoyed each other's company extremely. They became the closest friends in only a matter of days. They had barbecues and pic-nics all over Shoal Creek Park. You would have sworn they were family. But something brewed in Michael that had never surfaced before in his mind; How stunning Tammy looked and shimmered. Often he would whisper to himself, "My god!" when Tammy would bend over in her skirt to pick up the frisbee of when her shirts were just tight enough to see the little mounds she had of breasts.

All this became far worse when Michael was looking off in space to try and avert Tammy's gaze. He was stiffly erect and he was trying to sit to where no one would notice his pants protruding. Well, Michael didn't notice the frisbee landed right next to him, and he had his CD player on to not hear her beautiful voice, when all of a sudden; Plop! Like a rabbit, Tammy jumped into his lap and bounced to get his attention. He almost threw her off to try and not hit her with his stiffened member.

"Hey buddy! You didn't hear me!" She said smiling.
"Hear you?" Michael asked. The two of them were quite aways away from the parents.
"Yeah ducky! You didn't hear me ask for my frizzzzzzbee!" She laughed.
"Oh so I'm ducky huh?" He asked with humour.
"YEP! Deal with it, duckster!" She laughed again.
Michael, to get her off his lap NOW, put her on the ground and tickeled her. She belted out screaming and laughing and rolling.

All of a sudden, he looked up to see the parents staring at him with a look of blankness, almost like disapproval, close to a scorn. This moment lasted years. Then, they gay-heartedly laughed at the both of them. Releif.

Michael's penis had lost it's blood from the look of the parents. He was in the clear. When all of a sudden, he realized; His cock did hit her...it even rubbed against her panties, let alone, rubbed against her...area. He began to feel the blood return to his member. NO...no more...not now! he said to himself. He thought, well, no more, or not now, meaning I could do it again later? Why am I thinking this stupidity! This is fucking gross, he said to himself over, and over. Oh but the more he said it, the more he thought about it. Tammy, coming out of the shower, water dripping off her lips...both sets. Her face was so beautiful and radiant, oh and those lips, those soft lips. He was in a daze, more like a hypnotic trance. All the blood came back and he was stiff again. He almost fondled himself when his mother called him for some burgers. Whew, saved by the grill, he thought.

He got up, but there she was; Standing on her tip-toes and leaning against the cement table. Her skirt blowing so lovingly against the winds caress. Her white panties sparked like white fire directly into his soul. The pink lining of those same panties, like the color of his passion for her. Her hair, like the golden hay he would lay her upon. Her calves tensed as she leaned over. Her bottom so round, he envisioned sliding off those treacherous panties, and working her from behind. But why was he thinking this? He did not know. Michael had never had fantasies of younger girls. On the contrary, he fancied older girls. He had a thing for his Freshman gym teacher who was forty. Age was nothing to him, older wise. Now, it was nothing, period. Period...Did Tammy even start her period? I highly doubt it, he thought. He stood aghast amidst his own thoughts. Thoughts? They were more like fantasies. Forget it Michael, they'll fade by tonight, he thought.

The barbecue was going good. He had his mind off Tammy and on some of the girls he could see in the pool in the distance. Flashy pink bikinis (he didn't even think some of those styles were legal, they showed so much). Pink...her pink lining that lined her bottom. Stop it. The thought subsided. All was going great. That is, until Tammy sat right flat in his lap and smiled at the parents:

"Now Michael, I didn't know you had a girlfriend!" Said his mother.
"Don't worry, I approve." Said Mr. Weiss, laughing at the spontaneity shown by Tammy's action.
"He's mine! All mine!" Said Tammy with a smile.
Michael patted her shoulders and smiled at the rest of the family.
"Now I'll have to get a ring soon." Michael said to throw off suspicion. He could feel their eyes like hawks, gazing to see his eyes move at her parts.
Tammy sparked up at this remark and kissed his cheek and hugged him.
Those lips...so soft. Like velvet. Kiss her lips, grab her little breast...do it! Do it now! Stop it! He said in his mind.
"Don't worry Mike, I have one for her that my great grandmother gave me!" Said Mrs. Weiss.

Tammy bounced on his lap in joyous accord. It began again, the blood ressurection. Michael had to act fast, he was really starting to get intoxicated with her bottom pressed against his lap. He could feel the crevice of her butt press against him. Those panties. Fast! He reached into his pocket and rang his cell phone off:
"Excuse me, mi lady, I need to get this." He said to Tammy as he sat her on the bench.
"Who is it Mikey?" Said Mrs. Dannick.
He motioned for a "One Moment" gesture.
"Alright man, I'm on my way!" He held the phone in his hand and with the other hand, came crashing down playfully, slapping the phone closed.
"Well?" Said Mrs. Dannick.
"It's Charlie, his car died." He said with a slight disgust.
"AGAIN?" Said Mr. Dannick.
"Yep." Michael said looking off. He had used this excuse a couple times before.
"Why don't you drive me to him and I can take a look at it?" Asked Mr. Weiss.
"Oh, no sir, thanks though. It's probably his oil light going off and he thinks the red button means 'Revelations' is coming into action." He said with a smile.
All the parents laughed, and confused Tammy just smiled up at him.
"Sorry to cut this short, but I'll be back tomorrow."
"Bye Michael!" They all said in a creepy, 1960's sit-com style.
"Bye Ducky!" Said Tammy, to which the parents laughed.

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Michael made it to his car, a 1996 black Pontiac Grand Am. He opened the car door, sat in his passenger seat and exhaled the biggest breath of air he ever held. He rubbed his face and looked at the clock; 5:54 p.m. He was about to close his door, when he saw her; Tammy. She was running up to his car.

His left foot was still on the street and his right in the car. Tammy walked up to him and leaned against his left leg:
"Why are you leaving?" She asked.
"Oh, my friend has car troubles." He said with a smile.
"Take me with you?" She had that puppy face which no one can deny. But he had to.
"Sorry sugar, I can't. I don't want your parents to think I...STOLE YOU!" He laughed and so did she. Although she was disappointed, she smiled.
"You're cute." She said.
"Well thank you, so are you!" He smiled.
She leaned in and kiss his cheek.
"You're too sweet, Tamster." He professed

She turned his head and she actually kissed his lips. Oh well, kids don't know. Michael smiled.
"What was that I hit when I jumped on your lap?" She asked.
Michael was dead silent.
She looked at him again as if to ask: "Well?"
"It was my...pocket book." He said with relief.
"Nu-uh! I know what it was!" She said with a coy look.
Silence.
"No love, it was my pocket book...see?" He pulled it out and showed it to her.
"That book is flat! This thing was hard and round! And you don't carry a book in the front of your pants." She said and laughed.
Silence.
"It was your penis wasn't it?!" She had an open mouthed smile on her face.
Michael almost shat a gold brick right there in his car.
"Shhh! Tammy, shhh!" He held her by her shoulders.
"It's ok, I won't tell." She tilted her head and smiled.
"Good...thank you, Tammy." He said with a huge weight off his shoulder.
"Nah, I think I might..." She smiled.
"WHAT?! No...don't..."
"...Unless you show it to me." She smiled like the Grinch who stole christmas. A huge, wide smile.
"How do you know about all this, you're only ten!" He said with wide eyes.
"After sex-ed was in school, all the boys would ask me to lift up my skirt or my shirt. And then I told them, I'll show you mine..."
"...If you show me yours." Michael finished.
"Yeah! How did you know?"
"I used to pull that in first grade."
"Yeah, so, I would let them touch mine, if I could touch theirs." She said leaning in closer to the car. What did this look like to the neighbors? Michael was in a plane out daze. A delirium is more like it.

She put her left arm around his neck. Michael's heart almost imploded. Her puffy breasts, touching my chest.
"So you know where everything goes?" He asked cautiously.
"Yep! Sure do! I like to get Johnny or Parker, they have long fingers," She giggled, "They're also BIG when they're hard!"
"What! What the...You're ten babe! I didn't worry about this stuff until I was fifteen! You haven't...had sex yet, have you?" He said with almost a stern face.
"No...not yet." She smiled and winked.
"Do you even know what sex is?" He stared at her...chest. EYES only Michael!
"I know that the penis goes inside the vagina!" She declared.
"Well, yeah, that happens. But did you know you can get pregnant?" His eyes in an innocent glance to her.
"Not yet! My puberty hasn't happened! They said girls can start producing eggs at 12!" She said as if it was matter-of-factly.
"Some have it earlier, toots." He looked dead at her.
"Then why do people do it?" She asked and tilted her head to the right.
"For pleasure."
" I like giving pleasure! Like when I was hopping on your penis!" She laughed lightly.
"So you knew what you were doing the whole time while you were jumping on me?" He asked flat out.
"Duh! I was told guys like tap dances!" She nudged her chest against his. Heart pump heavier.
"Tap dances? You mean, Lap Dances?"
"Yeah that's it!" She smiled again. Damn infectious smile.
"And why do you say 'yet' to the sex question?" He was looking at the park, to make sure if the parents were coming or not.
"Becaaauuuse...umm..." She lingered, looked away, looked at her shoes.
"Because?" He persisted.
"I may want to...."
"Why?" He tilted his head.
"...with you." She put her right hand upon his firm cock and looked into his eyes. She was breathing on his lips. That choking, blistering heat.
Now Michael laid his head back on the chair.

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A moment passed. Michael's head was spinning. The line "Babies having babies" popped into his head. Then he thought, the line "The girl next door," does fit perfectly.
"So can I see it?" She asked.
"No, Tammy." He looked away.
"Please?" She persisted.
"It's daylight outside, someone would see us!" Great Michael, nice to know that's your ONLY reason for you.
"I'll show you mine!" She jumped to grab her skirt. Flash of white. Burning white. A car drove by, luckily in the opposite direction.
"Tammy, stop! Someone could see us!"
"So you wanna do it?" She slowly slithered out of her mouth and smiled, blood rushing to her face.
"I...I...I don't know." He said slowly. He was aghast.
"I won't tell, honest. I swear! Please?" She had that damn puppy face.
Michael bit his lip, almost too hard.
"Yes, I want to do it."
"Do what?" She inquisited.
"See you naked!" Her said almost angrily.
"I know you do!" She laughed again.
"Ok sexy...show me." He said, his heart was going to explode with anticipation.
"Not here silly! Drive me home! THEN we can!" She giggled.
"But you're parents?"
"They think I'm going home, I told them I was tired."
"Ok, good. Go around an..." She was crawling over his lap. Her hand landed on his firm member on purpose. To which she stared as soon as she sat down, between his legs.
"You've got to show me that thing when we get home!" She said, her mouth open.
"We'll see." Michael said as he closed his door and then turned the ignition. He put it in reverse, backed up, turned the opposite way and then drove down the street a few blocks to his house.
"Then, when we're alone; I'll let you put it inside me!" She jumped up in her seat and grabbed his leg.
Michael then almost veered right into a neighbor's car. Almost over-corrected, but started to drive smoothly again. He glanced over to his peripheral sight and sighed deeply.

"Wait, they could be back soon, better park up the street infront of the houses." He said as if he was in Mission: Impossible.
"They won't be back til around eight, Mike." She said with a reassuring face.
"Oh so it's Mike now? What happened to Ducky?" He looked at her as he parked.
"If I call you Ducky infront of them, they think it's cutsey and will not think anything is going on between us."
"Nothing IS going on between us."
"...Yet." She said with a smile.

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They walked through the carport garage door and went straight to the back room; Her room. She closed the door slowly.
"But I thought?" He asked.
"I like the feeling of privacy." She said.
"Oh. I see." He said with a push of his brows.
"Sit on my bed, pleeease." She pointed with her finger.
"Sure, why not. I'm already possibly going to jail." He said with a shrug.
"But you won't. No one is going to know." She eased.

Her denim skirt now still and her red shirt still tight as ever. She put her hands to her denim skirt and picked it up. Exposing those white panties of sexual fire.
"See?" She said.
"Can I see...what's behind the panties?" He asked with blood in his face.
"Ok..." She said.

She unsnapped her skirt and tossed it aside. Always trying to remain in the direct middle of Michael. She turned around and slide off her panties. Those white cheeks of her ass gleamed. He wanted to hold them, to cradle them, to bite them, he staid calm. She then turned around and revealed her hairless peach.

"Do you wanna touch it?" She said.
"Oh, now you play coy. When just a few moments ago, you were Heidi Fleiss." He said with a hint of humour.
"No...I'm Tammy Weiss!" She stomped her foot playfully. Her thighs jiggled slightly, and her ass bounced briely side to side. He was getting harder.
"Oh, nevermind." He laughed. But soon he shot his fingers to her cleft and protruded a finger inside her. She gasped. He slide his finger up to her clitoris and rubbed side to side, then in a circle. Not too hard Mike, he thought. She still has her cherry. Do not take it from her. Tease her. Possibly even get a blow job from her, but do not take it. What am I thinking? He asked inside. A blow job? She's TEN years old! This is not right! This is wrong! Stop! Stop! But...it's so warm inside her...so wet. Keep going! It's only 6:15, you've got almost two hours! His heart thudded against his chest.

She stood, as if in trance, hands held in the air infront of her belly. He then spread her legs and pushed her anus like it was a doorbel. He lost control. He started to push inside her ass when she stopped him.

"Wait, wait! Where did you learn...that?!" She asked, face blushing.
"Oh, over the years," He said "do you want me to stop?"
"NO!" She almost screamed. Age was nothing.
He pushed inside her anus and swirled his finger. She was moaning softly. Then he brought his thumb to tickle her clit again. She was reeling from ectasy.
"I...didn't know...this could feel...good." She said, eyes half open.
"Oh it can feel so good, and more." He said. Wait, what was he saying "More?" Hey, your fingers are in a girl's pussy that was born when you were eleven! Age is nothing.

"OK! OK! Stop! I'm going to die over here!" She said smiling and mouth open.
"No, just orgasm." He said to his surprise.
"I heard about those. My friend's say they hurt!" She said almost sternfully. She was only wearing her red shirt, and her shoes and socks. GOD! This is fucking hot! Mike thought.
"Well, you're friends are stupid. They don't hurt." He said.
"They don't?" She asked with innocense.
"Oh no. Not at all!" He smiled.
"....Give me one!" She jumped into his lap.
"I don't think I'm quite ready to do that, yet. "YET?!" He thought.
"Well, be trust worthy, let me see yours!" She smiled and looked into his lap. Her pussy resting ontop of his cock. He swallowed hard.
"Get off my lap, and I will." He said calmly. She obeyed. She stood right infront of him. And he stood up and slid off his pants. They crashed to the floor like they weighed a ton.

There it was. Nine inches of hardened flesh, not three inches from her. She grabbed it and tickeled it. Michael was in bliss. She touched his balls, he cringed, but she was gentle.

"Do you want me to give you a Low Job?" She asked slowly as if unsure. She looked up at him.
"...You mean a Blow Job?" He asked.
"Yeah! That's it!" She smiled with her braces. This was the first time Michael actually noticed them. This was probably the first time he wasn't looking at her "parts" to notice.
"No sexy, not yet. It's too soon. How about I kiss you?"
"All the boys like my blow jobs." She said and looked away. Michael was shocked.
"How many kids have you done this too?!" His eyes weather pealed.
"Four. But they like it! I mean, they lick mine. I lick theirs. They like it and I like it! Their not so...big as you are (this rubbed his narcissm). They are like, three inches. But I can fit them in my mouth. We do it in the bathrooms during lunch or class break. But your penis might take some time for me to fit." She said as she examined his cock.
Michael thought to himself, "Yeah five years maybe."
Tammy put her tongue on her bottom lip and closed her eyes as her mouth approached his cock. He pulled away.
"Hey! Let me do this! I want to give you smiles!"
"How about I give you pleasure?"
"But..."
"Shhh, lay down sweetheart."

Tammy did as she was told and Michael lifted off her shirt and took off her shoes and socks.
"What are you doing?" She asked with a puzzled look.
Michael merely put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her back down softly onto her bed.
He spread her legs and kissed her lips. She smiled and kissed his. Then he passed his tongue into her mouth and she fumbled with this at first and then gagged.
"What is this?" She asked in shock.
"Lay down sexy girl." He whispered. She obeyed.

Michael clasped her little peach in his mouth and automatically Tammy began to eek and moan and throw her hips up in shock. Michael passed his tongue into her cleft and worked it over her clit. He was overtly enjoying this. She put her hands to the sides of the pillows and clenched tightly. His hands passed over her cotton puffed breasts He stopped before any real damage could be done.
"I have to go, Tammy." He whispered.
Tammy pried her eyes open from her moments of pleasure.
"But...why...no! Stay! Please?!" She begged.
"I can't, it's too risky."
"Teach me more, Michael!" She smiled, trying to avoid her puppy face.
He clasped her shoulders and kissed her lips.
"Tomorrow, love." He smiled.
"REALLY?!" She smiled so wide as if she was getting a new present. Or a new cock. Shut up. Michael was trying to avoid anything sexual right now.
"I'll be back, don't worry yourself. Now get some rest for tomorrow."
"Ok! Teach me everything!" She smiled as she went to put those deadly panties back on. She pressed her thumbs against the elastic and they snapped back to her tight body. What was that? Michael thought suddenly. Her juices were seeping into her cotton panties.
"I'm afraid I have taught too much." He said aloud, but to himself.
"Sleep tight, Tammy." He looked over to her, making sure she was alright, which she was. She was smiling and so full of energy.
"Ok Mikie, you too!" She kissed him, and he left.

As he was leaving the house, he saw the parents come around the corner four blocks down. They were almost specks, but how could anyone forget his father's god awful yellow shirt? He ducked into the road adjacent to their houses. It's a major plus wearing all black at night, he thought. It was so dark out, all you could see was just a movement. If that at all, just a breeze.

Flawlessly, he unlocked his door, and turned the key in the ignition all within five seconds. He was off. He was free. He was tortured. He was fucked.

On the way to his house, which was several miles away from his parents (although he knew shortcuts) house, the song "Criminal" by Fiona Apple came on. Michael heard her say "Let me know the way, before theres hell to pay," Wasn't this song about a young lover and an older lover? Then the song followed, "I've gotta make a play, to make my lover stay!" Michael clicked off the radio. "Shut up, bitch."

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Night fall.

Michael was in his bed, laying naked, as was custom. He began dreaming of his wild fantasies with movie actresses. He dreamt. He's in a room. And now laying down on a bed of pink satin. A woman comes in. It's Milla Jovovich. A long crush of his. She begins to mount him and he caresses her thighs. He is inside her sheeth and begins to fuck her as she moans. She leans her head back as he it watching his cock slide in and out of her pussy. She leans her head back...It's Tammy. She's moaning, moaning wildly:
"Mike! Oh Mike! What are you doing to me?! Keep doing it! Keep doing it! Mikie! Ducky! Shove into my little vagina Mike! Harder!" She belted from her little body.
Her moans were roars and in his dream he went to throw her off, only he was handcuffed. Metal shackles. Rusted, but still strong enough. She moaned. He felt her wet envelope over his cock. He spurted into her and she laughed and giggled: "That tickles Mikie!"

He awoke. He was covered in his semen. He looked over to his dresser: 3:17 a.m. His cock was still pulsating, sperm beading at the tip. He sat on the edge of his bed. Whiped his face with his hands and then got up to the bathroom.

He looked himself in the mirror for a long time and then stood and lifted the toilet lid. Urinate. The urine pushed through his urethra through all the left over sperm and burnt just a little. Toilet tissue to the lakes of semen on his stomach, thighs, chest and crouch. Whiped them all away and threw the tissue in the toilet and flushed. He wished with that flush that he could flush away the fantasy of Tammy. Water back from the flush. Fantasy still in tact.

Michael brought out his Playboy's and looked at all the matured and breasted women. He was trying to jog his pe--cock to like women, not girls. All he could see, was Tammy. Marshmellow-puffed ant mounds, golden hair, big smile, little pink lips...not those on her face. He threw the magazine across the room and into the hallway. "Fuck it, I need sleep." He said in disgust. He crawled back into his bed and passed out ontop of the sheets.

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Michael was awoken by the phone ring. He had slept on his wrist so his left hand was numb when he went to reach for the phone. Instead of reaching for the phone, he ended up flinging it like a piece of torn meat and hit the phone off the cradle. This phone didn't pick up taken off the cradle. It was an old phone, you had to hit "TALK" in order for it to connect.

Ring. Ring. He flung his limp hand, and with a posture of a claw, mental-retardedly slapped the "Speaker Phone" switch.

"Mike? You there honey?" His mother asked through the machine.
Groggily, he answered: "Somewhat."
"We need you to come over here as soon as possible." She said in a stern voice.
Oh shit! They found out! Have to go! Have to run! FUCK! SHIT! FUCK! What am I going to do? I'm going to fucking jail...
"You're father has locked his keys in his car and you have the spare in your glove box."
...Or not.
"Alright...I'll be right over." He said with his mouth half covered by the pillow.
"Are you getting sick, babe?" She asked politely.
He moved his head: "No mom, just tired is all."
"Oh, ok, hon. Just get down here within the hour. We need to do errands...OH! Almost forgot! Tammy says 'Hey sweet thing!" She laughed.
"Oh really?" He said with a tinge of anger.
"Oh Mikie, lighten up! She's got a crush on you and we all think it's so cute! She just wants you to act cutesy around her a little. You know how girls are."
Yeah, at ten years old they want to suck your dick.
"Oh yes, I know. I remember." He was speaking of his cousin who had a fling for him when they were both about nine.
"Well, you don't have to be a prude, Mikie. Kiss her on the cheek from time to time, or hug her. It's ok. We all know you're no pedophile. Tell her you're her boyfriend. It's just too cute to ruin her dreams. Just make her think you like her. Like I said, just kiss her on the cheek whenever you see her." She laughed slightly.
Yeah, or put your cock in her hands and they'll warm right up to you.
"She likes it when you're around Mikie!" Said his father in the backgound.
She also likes it when I suck on her cunt.
"I'll be right over. Later. Love you." Mike said.
"Love you too hon!" Said his mother with affection.
Hang up.

Michael leaned on his elbow. His head then went crashing into his headboard. "Slept on you too, eh?" He said so as to keep some humour and not loose his cool so early. Damn, it was early! It was 9:29 a.m.

He got up, reached in his closet for some pants and a shirt and slide them over his body with ease. Michael never really had body hair. It just never showed up. He has pubic and arm pit hair, but nothing else. Slipped on his black turtle-neck sweater and his dress pants. On with the socks and shoes. Nice leather dress shoes, no less.

He walked downstairs and clicked on his television set. It was inside his hutch, as to be hidden when the doors were closed. He didn't like electronics getting in the way of surreal art and home decor.

Commercials. JcPenny having sales on all the kid's summer clothing. The last minute bathing suit sales. A girl about Tammy's age. Long curly black hair. Tight pink bathing suit. Flash of her crouch. More like Michael staring at it. He turned the television off in disgust of himself. He put some ice cold milk into his coffee mug, heated himself up a chocolate chip bagel, grabbed it with a napkin and put it in his pant pocket. He opened and closed the door, locked it, then the deadbolt. Michael was, just a little paranoid. He walked to his driveway, got into his car, pulled the bagel out, took a huge bit and then chugged some milk from the jug. He shut his door, and he was on his way. He checked the glove box, sure enough, the spare set of keys.

He pulled into his parent's drive way. He removed the keys from the glovebox, shut his car door and locked it with the remote key. The mug was drained of all signs of milk, and the bagel had only a few crumbs to it's existance. Michael dusted off the crumbs and went into the house.

He tossed the keys to his father who caught them and hugged him tight: "Always good to see ya, son!" He patted Michael's back. His father had always been friendly. He wondered, what would people be like if their father's were less than this? He shunned the thought.

His mother sang praises that he came over so quickly. He actually drove less than the speed limit and took the long way here. He enjoyed the scenary in the morning. So quiet, so waking...so fragile.

He sat down at the table and laid back against the spine of the chair. He welcomed his mother's pancakes with bacon and syrup. Yes, eggs and suasage and hashbrowns too. All of this was gone in moments. But ever the regal eater, Michael did not drop a single piece, nor make a mess. His mother had left the kitchen and came back moments later.
"My god Michael! You eat as if you have suffered famine!" She was shocked.
"You always did make good food." He gestured with ease.
Claire (Mrs. Dannick) took the plates and put them in the dishwasher.
"It's amazing you aren't three hundred pounds!" She said, laughing.
"Oh, I am mom. I suck in real deep." He said in utter calmness.
Claire and John (Mr. Dannick) both turned around with the most bewildered look on their face.
"Oh yeah! You don't believe me? I give Sally Struthers a run for her money!" He said with a cool sense of ease.
The moment lengthened, should he say another? Go ahead man!
"This is the truth! I swear it! I'm so fat Jenny Craig rejected me...twice! Twice I tell you!" He pounded his fist playfully on the table.
Claire and John had it. They were laughing so hard their faces were beete red. Claire almost dropped a plate an John couldn't breathe.
Michael laughed as well, but regained composure with a smile.
"I swear, you should have been a comedian!" John said exhaustedly.
"What can I say? I'm just too damn good." Michael pressed.

It was now 10:35 a.m. and the door bell rang. Michael stood up from the table and pushed the chair back in and let his father open the door. It was Dan (Mr. Weiss) and Joan (Mrs. Weiss).
"Hey you two get in here!" John said with excitement.
"Dan, Joan, is that you?" Claire said as if she didn't knew.
They shared hugs and then sat down in the living room.
"Hey there Tiger!" Said Dan to Michael.
"Greetings Sir." Michael released with regality.
"Oh sir, scmir! Call me Dan!"
"If you wish, Sir."
Dan just laughed and plopped down on the couch, as it was his spot to sit when he visited.
"Hey Michael!" Said Joan.
"Greetings to you, Ma'am."
"Just call me Jo, Michael. You're a hoot!" She laughed and sat next to Claire on the opposite couch.
Now, Michael was not trying to kiss up to Mr. and Mrs. Weiss. Merely, he liked to show respect.

"Hey Mike!" Said Dan as he tossed a sack to Michael.
Michael caught it.
"Those are some things we got for Tammy, could you deliver them for us? She should be upstairs watching cartoons or something. Whatever these kids do on Saturday mornings." He laughed.
"Alright Dan. I'll be back."
"Ok Mike. We'll be back over there in about five minutes, if you want some breakfast!" Dan said.
Michael departed.

"Good kid, he is." Said Joan.
"Oh yes! And isn't it so nice not to worry about those two, you know, doing anything?" Said Claire.
"Oh please, if Michael was sixteen and so was Tammy, I wouldn't care. He's a good kid. HEY! Then we would be family!" Said Dan.
They all laughed.

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Tammy was upstairs walking around in a black skirt and pink Powerpuff Girl T-shirt. Michael called for her to come downstairs to receive the package, but she told him to come upstairs. He walked up the old creaky steps and then looked to the right, and there she was; The window gleaming the sunlight behind her. She was an angel. Correction, she was a devil.

"Here, your father wanted me to give these to you." He said as he handed her the bag.
"Ah! Good! These are my new panties and shirts!" She smiled and she looked through the bag.
"...Great. I'll be downstairs." He looked to see if she acknowledged. She took her shirt off. No training bra. Just those beautiful puffs.
"Tammy! Put some clothes on!" He exclaimed.
"Why? My daddy likes you! He gave us his permission!" She said as she put her hands on her hips. Those damn breast mounds.
"That was a joke, Tammy!" He said heatedly, walking up to her. Big mistake.
"How do you know? My dad may want us to do this!" She said in that "matter-of-factly" tone she was so perfect at.
"I doubt that, Tammy. I doubt that with all the world!" He said as he looked down at her.

Tammy walked up close to him and grasped his over his pants.
"Stop it." He said disgustedly.
"Why! You want me! You know you do!" She fired back.
"You don't even know what those words mean!" He volleyed.
"Maybe so, but I know you want me to do things to you!" She stared up into his eyes.
"And what makes you think that?" He asked.
"Because I want you to do things to me! No one puts their tongue inside a vagina like that and doesn't want to go further!" She said as she lifted his shirt out of his pants.
"Ok Dr. Ruth. Little Miss Expert...what do you plan to 'do to me?"
"Give you a low job...I mean, blow job." She smiled.
"And what makes you think I'll let you?" He put his hands on hers and pulled them away.
"Because your cock is hard...and you were drooling when I had my hands on you yesterday!" She smiled so perfectly sinister.
"And where did you learn these words...Wait, let me guess, Parker and whoever." He slightly scoffed.
"Yeah, from them. But I like you more than them. I actually want you to do things to me. I let them do it because their cute. I want you to do it, becuase your fucking hot." She said so innocently, that "fucking" didn't even sound like cursing. It sounded like it was supposed to, a compliment.

Michael sighed.
"You've got nothing to lose, Mikie. It will be our secret. No one will ever know." As she slid her hands into his pants to grab his cock. Firm grip. Michael slowly unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and they fell to the ground with the sound of a thud.
"Aren't you supposed to have more hair than that?" She asked about his patch of hair above his cock.
"I shave. I don't like too much hair. Just rub it Tammy, do it. Do what you want, but hurry!" What was he saying? He wanted it, he didn't want it. He wanted it.
"There, that's it. Give it to me, Michael...Just let me do this to you and see if you like it." She said as she got on her knees. Perfect height. Her lips tight to his cock.
He placed his hands on the side of her head and pulled her slowly to his cock.
"Look out the window, Mike. If they come, tell me." She said. She looked up at him, then towards his member. As he was standing he could see perfectly to his house and the door that they would take to come out of.
But if I come, do I tell her? He thought. Wow, this is actually going to happen. He thought. He stomach and heart roared YES! But his mind roared NO! His cock screamed: VICTORY!

She began to lick his cock from the side. All the way down, all the way up. She licked the opening and licked her tongue into it. She licked down the shaft to his testicles and then gave them a kiss. She slowly caressed her warm tongue around the sack. He was swooning. Where did she learn th--Parker and whoever, right, got it.

He stopped her.
"No. I can't. I'm going now." He went to pull up his pants but she stopped him.
"Give in Michael...do it...just let me suck on this stiffy. You'rrreee gunnna loooove it!" She smiled.
"No! You don't even know what you are doing!" He almost yelled.
She had a look of defeat on her face. Then it went to anger.
"Oh yeah?!" She said almost too load. She grabbed his thighs and shoved as much of his cock as she could into his mouth. It hit the back of her throat so it made that little gagging sound, and then she grasped a hold of it and suctioned her lips to it. The warmth...the fucking warmth...Not in the past three years had he received a blow job this good. And this, this was just the beginning! He swooned...delirium.
"Don't be paranoid...just let go into me (did she know what she was saying?)...stop fighting me and let me suck you Michael! Don't you pull away from me! Don't you..." She whispered.
"...Don't....you...stop....Keep going....Do it...Do what you know how to do. I'm your's. All yours....Suck me baby...suck me dry." He whimpered.
He clasped her head lightly and pushed her mouth on his cock. She sucked harder to impress (no need for that. Ten year old that can give head this good, is impressive enough). She tickeled his testicles and ran her hand like a pump on his cock. She was pumping his cock and sucking hard on the two to three inches she could cover with her mouth.

She took him out of her mouth and licked his testicles with her hot tongue. Putting one in her mouth and licking it. Michael was beyond retrieval. He was petting her hair, leaning down and clasping what he could of her ant mounds. Tammy sucked his cock again and looked up at him as he was moaning. She pulled up her skirt:
"I bet you like my panties huh! Look!" She demanded sexually.
Michael pried his eyes open. He glanced down.
A picture of Disney's Snow White on her little cleft of her panties. He leaned over to clasp her hair and saw: "Snow White" written on the bottom of her panties.

She was pumping him again, and sucking harder...perfectly hard. Michael swooned and said slowly:
"Tammy.....are you thirsty?" He placed his left hand and spread his fingers wide on her back. Then with his right, pinched her little breast.
"Yeah, kinda (she licked his cock) why (back into her mouth)?"
"I've got something...for you...to drink..." He closed his eyes, then clasped his hands to the sides of her head and spurted his white lillies into her mouth.
Tammy gagged and eeked as this happened. She swallowed some, which forced pressure on Michael's cock, which felt even better.

His semen was pouring out of her mouth and onto her lips. Too much for her little mouth, it started to drip onto her chest, onto her belly. Landing on her Snow White. She started coughing, sending some semen onto Michael and spattering everywhere else.

Long streams glimmered over her body and Michael fell over like a limp rag-doll onto her bed. He laid on his back and his eyes rolled slowly around in their sockets. Tammy, still coughing on her knees on the floor. Even this excited Michael, the sounds of her petite coughing.

"What the fuck was that?! What the fuck is this?! Did your penis throw up on me?!" She started to whipe it off with her sheets.
Exhaustedly, Michael stammered; "I knew...you didn't know...about semen."
"Sea men? Like on boats?" She said, calming down.
"No, semen. It's inside...a man's testicles. It's what makes babies." He said rubbing his cock trying to grasp the feeling of her lips on it.
"Is it also called, came?" She asked slowly.
"No, it's cum. Came means it happened. Past tense." He said, rolling his head to look at her. His hair dischevelled on her pink pillows. She fell even more in love with him.
"Why do you ask?" Michael continued.
"Oh, Parker said that I did that so good, he came in the bathroom. And a couple times he leaked on me. I thought it was pee, but now I know." She said as she sat down next to him and then laid on his left side and curled up to him.
"That just means you did it so good he masturbated and came into the toilet, or, wherever." He breathed deeply.
"What's..."
"..Masturbated?" He finished.
"Yeah? What is it?" She hugged him tightly.
"It's when you get so horny...horny is when you are turned on...in the mood...your vagina gets hot and you feel funny...and then you play with vagina until you cum." He felt like a sex-ed reject teacher. Like a failed experiment...from the island...of Dr MaRuth.
"What do you mean play with?" She said in innocence. What innocence? This girl just gave Michael the best blow job he ever had...and she was ten for christ sakes.
"Like I was doing to you yesterday." He held her close to him. What was this, a sign of lovers?
"Will you do that again...to me? Please?" She whispered into his ear.
"Yes, I will. I owe you one. But it has to be later today."
"Why not now?" She asked in a greedy way.
"Because I can see your parents leaving my house, and it may take you awhile to get off--cum." He jetted to get up, but Tammy held him down.
"You're my boyfriend now. My lover." She smiled and hugged him tight.
Michael went cold.
"Where did you learn all that? The hands, the movements?" He leaned his head over to look at her.
"I found mom and dad's porno collection." She smiled and kissed his lips. He felt a speckle of liquid on his lips from her, was it semen, spit, who cares.
"Ah. So now you're a bonafied blow job aficionado." He smiled. It was meant to be an insult, but his voice softened.
"Apricodo?" She said bewildered.
"Aficionado. An enthusiastic follower, a fan." He sighed.

The door downstairs opened slowly, Michael could hear the creeks and the feel the vibration of it opening.
"Tammy! Where are you honey?" Said Dan.

Michael crept carefully to his pants and buttoned them. He took her skirt and threw it in her hamper. Then tossed her the shirt she had on before. He walked like he was on glass to the bathroom and then made noises to show where he was.

"Up here Daddy!" Tammy said clarionate.

Michael came down and said that Tammy loved the clothes. Best not think about anything sexual, might slip up, he thought. He declined breakfast, although he was hungry after the event of his lifetime. He told them to please inform his parents that he had to head back home, "business."

He got into his car and drove the longest way home he knew, he took the road 2222 up past the Arboretum, past what used to be the Austin Medical Center, then circled back to his home in the hills.

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A week has passed since that cursingly blessed event. Michael was sitting in his black wide-winged Victorian chair. His left hand cradling his head as he was watching the sky lighten from darkness to cerulean. Sunrise. He didn't want to think of Tammy, but that is all he could think about. The way she looked up at him while he was in her mouth. The way she coughed. He swore her peach was secreting that hot smell that all men, and women, love. That smell of jaded sex and sweat.

Bedeviled and bewildered, Michael stepped out onto his deck and stared at the sky. The blue sky hidden and peaking on the world through the cracks of the clouds. The humidity wasn't so bad in the Fall, it added a crisp to the chill. Michael looked down to his left. About a hundred yards away someone left their back porch light on. It was so bright, even so far away, it was radiant. Radiant. Like Tammy when he came upstairs. Like the semen gleaming on her body. My god, what had I done, he thought.

But then the little voice in his head spoke up: "You know you liked it, so why try and be high and mighty against it. She came onto you, remember? You just had the stiffy, she felt it, she pursued. She is the vixen, you are not the cradle robber! And besides, it felt damn good!" Reasoning with himself, Michael tried to out-weight the good with the bad. Sex with a child is jail time, Michael, he thought. But then the voice came back: "No one will ever know. She said she would keep it a secret. You could probably even fuck her! She wants you too! She told you she wanted you too! Besides, no one will ever know!" But how long do kids keep secrets before they feel bad and tell? How bad must they feel, before they tell? Like a bad girl, like a slut, like a liar?

And those damn braces. Gleaming as she smiled each time she licked his cock. "Fucking vixen!" He said aloud. He slammed his hands against the balustrade. He looked down through the hundreds of trees and then saw a crow on the top of this tree. If it flies left, go to her again. If it flies right, stop everything. What am I thinking, that is fucking stupid. Basing my decisions on a fucking bird, ludicrous! He thought in rage. He looked up at the sky then down to look at his pool. He couldn't see all of it, because his balcony over-lept his backyard almost all of the backyard. Leaving just three feet to see his pool and a foot of tiling. He wanted to see all of the pool's water wave in the wind. Wind that was caressing his face and blowing his soft hair to the left. He looked down at his crow. It cawed, jumped into the air and flew left. He sighed in soft anger: "Fuck you too."

He was wearing nothing but his maroon sweatpants. So beaten down by this, he thought, Let's jump, He had a three feet margin to jump over. Then he would go over the hillside, most likely snapping his neck and dying before he hit the the bottom of the hillside. His houses were one of the highest. Three hundred feet of an eighty degree slant.

No second thoughts. He climbed up the balustrade and with his feet on the bars, he clamped his hands down on the bars. They were thick bars, so he wasn't hurting his feet at all by this. Right now, Michael was the highest person in a five mile radius. He felt like a god, and yet, all the more mortal, if he should fail his attempt.

Michael stood on the bars. Highest person in five mile radius. Highest person Westward on, but Mount Bonnell, which was North Easterly, was what set him from being the highest person in Austin. He stood tall and balanced. Someone saw him while they were walking in their backyard just fifty feet away. Michael looked up to the sky, his hair blowing freely in the wind. His green eyes peering the deep blue of the sky. He could hear his heart pounding in his chest. He remained balanced. The person in the yard, watching him, didn't say a word. She put her right hand over her mouth and gasped. He stared deep into the sky. The clouds moved passed, and the blue of the sky resurfaced to him. He was at peace. The woman still. He jumped.

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Splash.

Michael slid right into the cold morning waters of his pool. He was sent straight to the bottom. He felt the water growing colder each few inches of his dissent. Then, as he lay in the pool, he looked up, and saw the morning sky through the waves of his pool. He felt the icy tiling press against his back and felt his hair become alive and become like thousands of sea snakes. He removed his sweatpants and floated along the bottom until that ping for air hit his lungs.

Now his pool only had three feet of shallow end. The rest of it was nine feet to twelve feet deep at the bottom. He loved to swim. More so, he loved to hold his breath at the very bottom, then look up and try and see the sky through the waves. Knowing people were walking about, but he was right there; Calm, at peace, under water, powerful in his sub-merged state. No one knew where he was. Only he did. No one could reach him. No one could get him. No one could see him. Just in the water, alone. He could hold his breath for almost six minutes; Seven being the highest, but he was stoned...and he thinks he cheated.

He arose to the surface and breathed deeply. The woman across the distance yelled some obscenity about a childish prank for attention. He didn't care. For he was no longer a child, he did like pranks, but he has all the wrong attention being given to him. A child. A warm-blooded human no older than the crest of ten years, that wants his body in the very same bed as she. A child whom he covered in his own semen. A child who performed an act so wickedly divine, his heart and desire spun into gold for her. This was no longer just a child; This was his child. His sexual lover.

He swam along the surface of the water, staring at the sky. No longer just a child; But my child. He thought:

"Damn the consequences. Damn the prisons. I feel I love her. But is my love, desire? Is my heart merely pounding so that my cock can be caressed or sucked? Or perhaps submerged in her little kitty? Am I a pedophile? Pedophelia, the gift, the curse. The gift because love should be blind. And the curse, for some abuse this gift. I do not fantasize about laying around with all five year olds, or six year olds, nine year olds, or even twelve year olds...Just this one. Just this one ten year old.

What if I start to crave a child's heated walls, over one or so, my age? What if the matured flesh can no longer satisfy me? What if I must prey on the young and seedless? Would I be the old man watching the young girls bounce in the park? The old woman watching young men play basketball with their chests exposed? Or...would I be the middle-aged man with his cock inside a young girl, battered and bruised, and bleeding to death?

Atrocities. Filth. Destructions of peace and virtue. I love her. I want her. I need her. Besides the fact that no man nor woman has touched my erection the way she did; She is absolutely radiant. And I shall wait to marry her, with her. My lips shall suckle the ten year old marshmellowed puffs of her breasts, and they shall suckle them as they grow into full form. I shall push inside her peach all through the years as it becomes a pussy. If not, I shall bend her over and caress the walls of her ass with my cock until she is ready for intercourse. I've been stupefied by this girl; but I love her and need her."

Besides the fact that Michael now had a full erection, his skin was becoming quite pruned. He climbed out of the pool, the water beading on his flesh, and went into the house.

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He had to see her. After his Jump of Revelation, Michael was craving to see her. What day was it? Sunday? No, Monday. He would have to go to her school, Silver Stone Elementary. It was now 11:00. When was her lunch? He was told a few weeks ago, but he didn't need to know it so he let it pass through his mind like water through rocks.

Michael has this tradition before meeting his women. He masturbates an hour before the date, so as not to get so many resurrections, or pre-mature cum on his pants, or worse, cum before she does if they should do anything dastardly.

He lay on his bed and thought of all that had happened the week before. The kisses, the licks, the sucking, the pumping, her tits, Snow White--Ok, done. Whipe off and dress up.

He put on his personal best attire: Black dress shirt, tie to match, dress pants and his shined shoes. Should I put on some spray? No, too conspicuous. He ate a bagel just to tie him over, he wants to take his new lover to lunch.

Picking up his sweat pants he tossed them into the dryer and turned it on. He checked himself in the mirror just before the door, locked up the house tight, shut the front door and locked it. He climbed into his Grand Am and pushed his Neurosis CD "Eye of Every Storm," into the player, and he was off.

He was feeling positively divine from his insurrection against his own thoughts and methods. The guilt was shred off through each inch of that air fall into the pool. He was a free man. However, he still felt that creeping paranoia that people would find out, he would go to jail, he would get killed, all that; But right now, he didn't care. He was thinking about Tammy so much, he had another erection. Best not to attract attention, so time to think of something else. Politics, Music--Tammy. Cars, Old women--Tammy. Well then, let's think about Tammy in a non-sexual manner--Ok, impossible. Think of the paranoia. Think of getting caught. Mission accomplished.

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Michael pulled up infront of the playground and saw some kids on the playsets. No, they look too young to be her class members. Best go in and see when she is due out. Or, if all this was for nothing, and her lunch is already over with...think positive, asshole. He made sure he was not in a Red Zone, parked the car and locked it.

The layout of the school was pretty simple. It was like a human body. The office, like the brain, was at the top of the scheme of things. The hall ways like arms and legs, the main hall like the spine, and the gym was like the ass of the school (chuckle to himself). But what was the playground, the geni--nevermind.

The office.

"Hello sir, may I help you?" Said an older woman behind the mail slots for the teachers.
"Ah, yes ma'am. I am looking for Tammy Weiss, she is a fourth grader." He said with absolute charm.
"Uh-huh...And what is your purpose?" She said with a tilted eyebrow. Obvious disgust about to rupture.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm her Uncle Michael. She complained of the cafeteria food, so I figured I would surprise her and take her out to eat today." He said with a smile and calm reserve.
"OH DEAR LORD! I am so sorry, sir!" She belted as she through off her glasses (connected by a chain) as they bounced off her sternum, she raised her hands and placed them on Michael's, "We have been having all sorts of problems with those sick pedophiles lately. They come roaming in here and ask all sorts of boggling questions about where what child is, or which class is out to lunch. When we ask them why they are here, they sweat and run off! I am so, sorry!" She looked so apologetic, it was almost disgusting.
"Oh, no bother, ma'am. I understand those sick pedophiles (the nicer kind, I understand), are a hassle. When Tammy hugs or kisses my cheek in public, I get stared at. So, no harm done." He said as he slipped away his hands and patted hers lightly.
"Oh! You are so kind!" She gleamed with a smile and placed her glasses back on. "Let me see here: Tammy Weiss, in fourth grade..." She was scanning down a list "...Miss Valkner's class...Portable B. They won't be out to lunch until about twenty minutes, but Miss Valkner doesn't know what she's doing--now you don't tell a soul I said that dear--So here's a slip and you can take that sweet Tammy out to eat! Now, be sure to be back," She handed him the yellow slip of paper ("Tammy Weiss, Portable B, Permission Given to leave with Uncle") "by, let's see, it's 12:20 now, have her back by 2:00. I'll give you some extra time with her since you have been so nice!" She smiled and winked at Michael.
"I thank you, ma'am. She shall be back right on time." Michael said as he folded the paper and placed it inside his left shirt pocket.
"You have a good day now, sir! You look so nice!" She waved.
"Thank you ma'am, as do you." He said as she giggled behind her desk.

As he left the office door, he murmured with facial expression to boot: "Now SHE is a pedophile." No one heard him, barely a bat could hear him. Bat--Speaking of bats, there they were...in a cage! I didn't notice all these animals before! He swore to himself. Indeed, these hallways had dozens of different animals in cages or aquariums. How splendid! Bats, fish, reptiles...Ok, screw the animals...get Tammy.

Portable D, Portable C...Ah! Portable B! Michael walked up the wooden steps and as they creaked, he could hear this, Miss Valkner speaking so dull to the class. Her words so messily hitting the air. Was she drunk?

He opened the door and as the light shined like a beacon into the dimly lit fluorescent dungeon, he saw her, Tammy. She turned around to see who it was, and her face glowed like all the fires of hell. She was so radiate. So beautiful, so--

"EXCUSE ME, SIR!" Demanded the Miss Valkyrie, "JUST WHAT do you think you are doing?!" She rose to see Michael, she walked over to try and kick him out of her class. When she did rise, she wobbled, Michael saw this. She walked up to him and he could smell the liquor coming from her breath, it wasn't sweet, it was pungent, disgusting. "BARGING IN HERE AND ALL THAT!" Damn harpy.

"Yes, well, I am here to take Tammy to lunch." As Michael said this, Tammy shot up and starting to gather her things.
"NOW JUST HOLD ON, TAMMY VICE!" Said the demented sea beast. She was trying to pronounce it in German...Which should not have been attempted, seeing as she was speaking English with slops of spittle firing away.
"It's WEISS!" Tammy declared, emphasis on the "W."
"WHERE IS THE PA--" She started to yell, again. Michael took the pass out of his pocket, she gleamed down on it. "Oh....Ok Tammy, you can go. Make it snappy! He's waiting for you!"
"Thank you." Said Michael.
"So..." Miss Valkner placed her arm along the door frame and whispered, "So hot stuff, meet me after school, and I'll be your school girl! Are you hot for teacher?" She tried to hide her drunken smile as she giggled. "I know where to put rulers given to me!" As she said this, the breathe of the liquor hit Michael in the face like the whole bottle was thrown at him. Disgusted, Michael leaned in and whispered:
"If you ever treat any of these children like trash, I will have each one testify against you in any courtroom of this state! And I will personally see to your demise and banning of ever being a teacher, ever again. You are more than obviously drunk, so call in a substitute, get some coffee, and sleep it off in the teacher's lounge." Tammy walked up and grabbed his hand with her cute pink backpack on, she glanced at the students, that she knew had to eat the cafeteria food. Michael pressed further to this screaming minion of heaven's demented choir:
"And If I ever hear another pick-up line from the likes of you, I shall snatch you up, throw you in my trunk, and drop you off at Sixth street. I'm sure someone down there is desperate enough to fornicate with even the contemptible likes of you!" His eyes were fire. Tammy was stunned. All the students heard this, they all stopped reading.
"Now...just...who do you think...you are?!" Valkner said, obviously trying to throw some weight around, instead of her stench of breath.
"I am the last person in this world you want to get tangled with. Now call a substitute for these children, so they can actually learn something instead of insults. I am the one who actually knows you are more drunk than Ann Heche, only you have your clothes on, thank god! I will tell every single person higher than you if you do not cooperate with me!" Michael beamed the last sentence, then looked down at Tammy and squeezed her hand, "Come on toots! Let's go to lunch!" Tammy smiled. Valkner absorbed all of this, then sat back down in her chair and phoned in for a substitute. The class was cheering, which of course was hurting Valkner's head from her hang over...Power to the Kids! He thought, and smiled.

Tammy was almost jumping for joy when she was walking to his car:
"It's been so long! Where have you been, my dear?"
"Thinking. Resolving." He said to her and smiled. He unlocked the car from his remote keychain and they both entered.
"Did I upset you with what I did?" Tammy asked softly as she closed the door.
"Oh no. Not at all!" Michael said smiling.
"Was I not good at it? I can pract--" Michael stopped her.
"Now we both know you were out-fucking-standing...And as for practice, I think I can allow that," He kissed her cheek "As long as you use me for your test dummy." He pulled away slowly to look at her.
"...Really?! What changed you? Oh it doesn't matter!" She jumped and hugged him tightly around the neck. She kissed his neck, then his cheek, then pushed her tongue, sloppily (but innocently) into his mouth. Luckily, Michael got those tinted windows last year.
"I'm your's sexy. All your's." He said, his cock was growing when he was staring at her exposed flesh.
She giggled, "Is that mine too?" And she pointed while hiding her smile with her right hand.
"Oh yes, baby. This will be yours until the Dawn of a New Time." He smiled and started the car.
He pulled from the curb and drove off.
"So, darling, where to for lunch?"
Tammy dreamed of all her favorite foods, but then she thought, and said:
"Let's pick up a pizza..."
Michael, heart a flutter, said "Ok..done.."
"Then let's go...to your house." She smiled. Those green eyes of her's burning into his soul. He nearly jumped in his seat.
"And why to my house? Why not a restaurant?" He looked over at her slowly.
"We can't have sex in a restaurant! Duh!" She said loudly.

Michael, so shocked, almost sent his car flying into a parked car. He corrected, and then drove swiftly.
"I'll be damned, but I have the worst luck with you and that happening." He smiled.
Tammy started giggling and as her chest went to breathe, he was staring at her tits...again.
"Oh, Michael, those are your's now!" She said in the most awe-inspiring calm tone.
Michael groaned a deep growl.
"What? You do not like them? I wish they would just get bigger already--"
"Oh no my dear, they are perfect. Big breasts are disgusting. I can fit yours in my mouth perfectly." He said to fire sexual ammunition back.
"You have no idea what that does to me when you do that..." She said.
"I have a faint idea." They laughed.

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Michael could not help but stare at her. She had on the most magnificent blue cotton long-sleeved shirt that ran amuck over her hands, leaving just the tips of her fingers visible. She had on, the most interesting piece he had ever seen on any girl; It was a black, skin tight pants, but over it was a skirt. The skirt was slit up to her knee caps, giving her just enough room so she could walk properly. How could I have not noticed this? He thought bafflingly.

Tammy glanced over and smiled at him, she smiled and her braces sparkled from the light. She looked as if she had never been out on a drive in Austin, merely staid at home where her parents could watch her. Yes, this part does have alot of pedophiles lurking, but what can one expect when they live in an elementary school area? He thought to himself, but if not for that school, he would not have found Tammy. So, in a way, he was the unwanted pedophile. Instead of him preying in the young girl, the young girl preyed on him.

"So where to, toots?" Michael smiled.
"Ummm, how abouts...Pizza Slut?" She giggled.
"Cute..." He laughed softly, "...Pizza HUT sounds good to me." He laughed again.
Tammy ran her fingertips over the leather of the car; The dash, the seat, the arm rest.
"You like the leather?" He implored softly.
"Oh yes! I'm tired of the cloth my mommy--mom's van has." She tried not to say "mommy" but it snuck out.
Michael had to admit, hearing "mommy" didn't help his case about her being young...but it also turned him on.
"I never did like cloth. It always made me feel wierd when I would run my finger nails over them; Like numb fingers." Michael scratched his nails along the sides of his thumbs.
"I get that too." She said as she watched his every move.

"You look very beautiful today, Tammy." He said as he glanced at the shirts grip on her breasts.
"Oh! Thank you, Michael! I made the design myself on the skants!" She beamed with pride and pulled at the cloth of the "skants."
"Skants? OH, like "Skorts" but "Scants." His eyebrows moved up and his facial expression had an "Oh," look upon it.
"Do you like them?" She asked. She would be mortally wounded if he said "No." His opinions started to weigh heavily upon her mind. She NEEDED him to say "Yes, I absolutely love them! You are brilliant!" But she would settle for a "Yes," from him.
"Oh, they are very beautiful. I love the design." He reached over, Tammy's heartbeat increased; Inside, she was screaming "TOUCH ME!" Michael pushed his finger along the fabric on her leg, "Excellent fabric choice." He smiled at her. She said inside, "Damn it."

They were drawing near to the Pizza Hut and then Michael said to her, trying to take away the erection that was brewing:

"Now we can't have people thinking we're together, Tammy." He said sternly and yet calmly. More of a begging sense in it.
"Oh I know that! If you get caught, you go to jail. I will just get grounded or yelled at." She said.
"Yes, that is true, I would go to jail, maybe even prison." He said, realizing his words and catching "jail," "prison." People kill people like him in jail. WAIT! He thought, I am not a pedophile! I just like Tammy! I'm no rapist!
"But I don't want you to go to jail! Honest!" She grabbed his right arm with both hands and turned to face him. She had a look that someone was about to shoot her dog, if she had one.
Michael warmed up again. Let alone he was raging from her touch, but touched by her sincerity and devotion.

They stopped at a red lighted intersection:

"I'm glad you don't want me to go. I want to stay with you, just you. My little girl." He smiled to her.
"I don't even let my father call me that--" She said.
"--I'm sorr--"
"--But I like it when you say it to me." She smiled and rubbed his arm with both hands.
"Besides, we have much more things to do together, like run, play, laugh, watch movies..." She said.
"...eat pizza!" Michael said with a joyous expression to her.
"...have sex." She said with a grin.
Michael's heart jumped and then he stared at her...a moment passed.

A horn honked. Michael snapped out of it and then pulled to the right into the parking lot of Pizza Hut. They parked the car in the back being as it was lunch time as well for workers, so all the good spots were taken.