Message-ID: <33921asstr$1007849402@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: From: "Varangian Varangian" Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; format=flowed X-Original-Message-ID: X-OriginalArrivalTime: 08 Dec 2001 19:43:50.0214 (UTC) FILETIME=[A8C90660:01C18020] X-ASSTR-Arrival-Date: Sat, 08 Dec 2001 14:43:49 -0500 Subject: {ASSM} Kids of the Neighborhood (02): Little Girl Dead (fmm) Date: Sat, 8 Dec 2001 17:10:02 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, IceAltar KIDS OF THE NEIGHBORHOOD by Varangian Chapter Two: Little Girl Dead Ladies of the Eagles' Auxiliary also participated in the effort to find the missing girl by setting up a refreshment stand next to the road for the searchers' benefit. Sheriff Begley and Deputy Cartwright stood nearby under a large elm drinking coffee from paper cups. They were in a somber mood. Dusk was almost upon the fields in which men and boys moved slowly through the tall weeds in quest of little Alice. Every one of them assumed she would not be found alive. They were convinced the late Ned Farnsworth had killed his daughter, although they could not imagine why. "It's just a matter of time," Begley said one more time. He crushed the cup with an easy squeeze of his hand and dropped it into a trash receptacle next to the table. "I've got to take a leak," Cartwright mumbled. He moved toward a stand of lilac that clustered a few yards away but halted when the sheriff's phone buzzed. "Begley here," the man announced. Cartwright could make out the tinny voice that shouted from the device. "We've found her, Sheriff! She's dead, all right." "Where are you?" "Up the trail near the Plymouth intersection. We're on the right hand side. You'll see our lights from the road." Begley flipped shut the phone and returned it to his belt. "Let's go," he said to his deputy, walking toward the car even before Cartwright could respond. Their destination was half a mile away up a dirt road so worn and abused that the car shuddered and bounced along very slowly. "Why'd he do it?" Cartwright wondered aloud. "We don't yet know what he did, Red," the sheriff replied in an absent voice, his attention focused on the darkening road ahead. He switched on the headlights. Before long they saw an illumination off to their right - a bright cluster of flashlights and a couple of lanterns. Other flashlights waved in the field as searchers ran toward the spot where the girl had been found. Begley carefully turned his vehicle from the trail and guided it across the bumpy ground. He brought it to a halt a few yards from the crowd that had turned to witness the car's approach. "Call EMS," he ordered Cartwright as he stepped onto the field, knowing the girl's body was there, knowing they would need an ambulance. People stood aside for him, to let him see the corpse clearly. Two men held lanterns aloft next to a bundle that lay in the trampled weeds. Cartwright joined him. "Will you look at that!" the deputy exclaimed. Alice Farnsworth lay on her back, dead on the ground, although she seemed to be just asleep. Her unmarked, pretty face held a calm expression. Flaxen curls spread neatly about her head as though they had been deliberately arranged. Her body was covered tidily with a woolen blanket. Begley leaned down and pulled the cover aside. She was fully clothed, even to her shoes. Not a button of her shirt or jeans was undone. Her arms lay across her body, her hands together atop her stomach in an obvious pose of death. Begley straightened and scratched himself behind an ear. "It's not what I had expected," he murmured. "Thank god for that, at least," Cartwright said "Why did that crazy Farnsworth do this?" a voice asked from the gawking crowd. "Do what?" another questioned. A babble ensued and became increasingly loud as men and boys speculated about what had happened to the little girl. A siren sounded unnecessarily from an ambulance that approached slowly, lights flashing, lurching along the rutted trail. * * * "Molly." She heard her mother's voice call softly and felt a touch to her shoulder. "Molly, wake up." The girl stretched her limbs before she opened her eyes. "Hi, Mom." "Good morning, darling. Can you make breakfast for yourself and Chucky this morning? Your father and I must go to Grandma Hagen's house and take her to church. She can't drive today. It's the arthritis." "Sure, Mom," the girl replied lazily and curled onto her side. After a few moments Molly heard a car door close outside and the sound of an engine starting. It was Sunday. Then she suddenly remembered: Alice was dead. Molly immediately became awake. Ricky had come over the previous evening with the horrible news. Her father had questioned him intensely as the rest of them watched, but Ricky, still disheveled from hours roaming the fields, could not explain the mystery of the girl's death. "There'll be an autopsy," her father had stated with some conviction. "Then we'll find out." Molly again felt a sickening pang of guilt. She thought that by breaking off with Alice three weeks earlier she may have precipitated a chain of events that led to the girl's death, to her murder, for it certainly must have been murder. That had been her initial reaction to Ricky's news, but that morning, fresh after a night's sleep, she pondered the matter some more and decided she was not responsible, at least not in any big way. "Did they leave?" Chuck burst into her room clad just in underpants. The half grown boy looked so lovely, she thought. "Yeah. They've gone to Grandma Hagen's. What do you want for breakfast?" He jumped onto her bed and pulled away the sheet. "Tittie juice!" he exclaimed impishly, attaching his mouth to a nipple. Molly too was clad just in panties. "Don't suck so hard," she admonished him gently, holding his body to hers, feeling a great contentment. The matter of Alice was pushed into a distant recess of her mind. Chuck raised his face to hers. "Can we get naked again?" he asked after enduring his sister's kiss. "You want to squirt, don't you?" Chuck nodded his head eagerly. "I don't want your stuff in my mouth this time," she said sternly, although she smiled as they both wriggled out of their underpants. "Besides," she added as she cuddled his lithe body to hers and enfolded his cock with a hand, "I gave you pleasure yesterday and you didn't do anything for me." "Like what?" he asked in complete innocence. "Don't you know girls can also have that sort of pleasure?" "Really? You mean you squirt too?" "Not exactly, but I suppose it feels just as good." "How does it work?" he asked, sitting up. "Let me show you. Put your head between my legs." Although he resisted slightly, she maneuvered him into position. She spread her labia with deft fingers. "See, up there near the top, the little nub inside the hood? That's my pleasure spot. It's just like the head of your cock." "Where's your hole?" he asked, a question, perhaps, of more instinctual importance to the boy. "There," she pointed, "but we'll get to that later. Lick on my pleasure spot. I'll tell you how." He raised his head to stare at her incredulously. "That's nasty!" he exclaimed with a wrinkled nose. "It's no more nasty than your cock in my mouth. Besides, I don't squirt." Chuck's stare lingered for a moment before he lowered his head and poked the tip of his tongue at her clit. He soon accepted the task, and he dutifully followed her instructions, even when she began to grunt them out almost unintelligibly. "Yes! Yes! Just like that!" she finally screamed and captured his head tightly with her thighs. He raised his head and rubbed an ear when she relaxed her legs. "Do you always go crazy like that?" he asked in a tone that suggested disapproval.. "You just brought me off, little brother. Did you enjoy it?" "Yeah, sure. But it's my turn now," he announced as he knelt on the bed and fingered his rigid cock. "That's right, Chucky. And it's my turn too. It's time for us to fuck." The boy's eyes grew amazingly large. "But you're my sister!" She looked at him impatiently. "You didn't protest when I sucked your cock. In fact it was your idea." He protested weakly. "But that wasn't, you know, going all the way." "Just go get your rubbers," she commanded him brusquely. Chuck jumped off the bed and left the room without too much haste. He soon returned carrying a box. "I didn't mean -all- of them," she exclaimed with an amused twinkle. Grinning sheepishly he placed the box on the floor, reached in and extracted a foil-wrapped item. "Do you know how to put one on?" she asked nervously. "Yeah. Ricky and I experimented with them." He climbed on the bed, unwrapped the condom and rolled it onto his modest cock. "What now?" he asked, kneeling upright between her outspread legs. "Can't you guess?" Molly replied testily. She pulled him down to her. He lay atop her body with an inert weight. "Don't crush me!" she barked. "Lean on your elbows!" He did so, looking into her face as he bit his lower lip in confused expectation. She raised her knees high, hunched her butt forward slightly and guided his cock with her right hand. She paused for a moment, fearful of the certain hurt. She grinned weakly at the befuddled boy whose face almost touched hers, then her lips pursed in resolution. "Now push!" she cried and thrust forward. It didn't work, although she found it painful nonetheless. "You have to push too!" she exclaimed in exasperation. "Now let's do it on the count of three. One, two . . ." "Three!" His cock broke through into a marvelous, warm tightness. She rolled her head and was on the verge of tears because of the hurt. But she did not push him off. It required thirty seconds of joyful plunging on the boy's part and much endurance on Molly's to complete the deed. "Oh, Jesus!" he finally exclaimed. He pressed his belly against hers until his cock stopped spurting. "Thank god," she sighed. She urged his body off hers with a gentle shove "Well," she announced to the ceiling with a sense of accomplishment. "That's done." * * * "Cause of death: asphyxiation." Sheriff Begley tapped his finger at the coroner's report that lay on his desk. "She was strangled?" Cartwright asked in disbelief. He leaned with both hands atop the back of a chair. "No, Red. She suffocated somehow. What's really interesting is that she was passed-out drunk when it happened. That might explain the calmness of her face." "Do you suppose it was an accident?" "I very much doubt it. Someone was with her and someone smothered her, perhaps with the blanket. Let's go over this from the beginning." Begley pushed himself from the chair and began to pace the small office. "Yeah, from the beginning," Cartwright mused aloud. "But - where- do we begin?" "Well, to start with she wasn't beaten. There wasn't a mark on her except for a small bruise on her upper cheek. She could have bumped herself. You know kids." "Secondly," he held up his hand to forestall Cartwright's threatened interruption, "secondly, she wasn't raped. The coroner found no seminal fluids inside her, on her body or on her clothes, which, you must remember were all in place and nicely buttoned." "She could still have been sexually abused without actual rape," Cartwright suggested. "She was abused, Red. There can be no question of that, but there's no evidence it occurred just prior to her death. The little tike wasn't a virgin. Can you imagine that? And the coroner writes that she hadn't been a virgin for some time. Her pussy was well healed." "Did the coroner write that?" Cartwright grinned. "It's just a synopsis. I'm not very good with medical terminology. What I'm saying is the little girl was fucked at least once, weeks if not months ago. What if she had been fucking regularly? What if she had been taking on all comers? If that's the case, you can imagine a lot of reasons why she was killed: jealousy, anger, fear of exposure." "Do you think Farnsworth was dicking his child?" "How could you not believe it, Red? Just consider the sort of guy he was. He could have raped her years ago." "That's an ugly thought -- baby rape." "Yeah. But consider this. Once she gets used to fucking her old man she might want to take on others." "I'd better nose about the kids in the neighborhood." "Absolutely. But you know they'll lie to you. Look for a snitch." "Yeah. There's one in particular I'd like to interrogate." "Be careful, Red. Don't get caught with your zipper down." Begley smirked. "Who do you have in mind?" "That O'Donnell girl. I think her name is Molly." "Oh, Jesus! She's a hot one, that is if you like tomboys." "When I was a kid, Sheriff, tomboys were my specialty. If you can get on their right side, it's amazing how eagerly they want to become all grown up and feminine." "Don't remind me, Red. There was this kid back when I was in the eighth grade who dressed like a boy and fucked like a whore. She was my first. Christ, just thinking about it could give me a heart attack!" "But kids might not be involved in this case, Sheriff. You say Alice Farnsworth was dead drunk." "Kids can get booze, Red. You know that." "Yeah. Of course. What about her being all tidied up, though? That doesn't suggest a kid." "Or Farnsworth, for that matter." "You're right. Maybe Alice had another grown up lover." "Well, for the time being we'll blame it on Ned Farnsworth. He's safely dead. We can say the case is closed and then snoop about for the real killer." "I get you, Sheriff. And if we come up empty, no one will be the wiser." * * * The four kids walked the block from Molly's house to the highway, which they crossed without difficulty. "I don't have any money, not a dime," Molly said when Chuck asked about getting a Coke. "I have enough for one," Rick suggested. "We could share." "Why bother?" Molly dismissed the offer with a slight wave of her hand. The three of them looked back at Jack who dawdled a few yards behind. He had been acting particularly strange for the past several days. The pudgy boy looked up from his deep inspection of the berm's gravel and occasional clump of weeds. "I don't want any," he said laconically, and then seemed to withdraw again into himself. It had been almost a week since their last journey up Stearns Trail, since Alice's death. Molly had been away, helping out her Grandma Hagen who was having a difficult time with arthritis. Rick took hold of the girl's hand. She shook it off with a scowl. "Why not me?" he complained. "I could do you better than Chucky." Molly's face turned beet red. "Chucky!" she yelled angrily at her brother who walked a few yards ahead of them. He turned. "You told!" she screamed in outrage. Chuck set off running up the trail with Molly in wild pursuit. He turned into the field, the weeds lashing his pretty legs, until, like a girl, he stumbled and fell. Molly jumped atop him to pound his chest and shoulders with her fists, but, of course, not hard enough to hurt the boy. "That was our secret!" she yelled. After a moment her blows became feebler, and she sat heavily on his stomach. "I just told Ricky," he whined. "It sort of slipped out." "Now he's going to pester me until I let him do it." "You can always say no," Chuck suggested innocently. Molly slowly shook her head. She wondered that a boy so stupid could be her brother. "The cop wants to talk with us," Rick shouted from the edge of the road fifty yards away. Molly looked up to see the older boy standing next to a sheriff's vehicle. She also saw Jack running down the trail in the direction of home. From inside the car Cartwright watched the girl and a younger boy approach through the tall weeds of the field. Molly's T-shirt did not cover her midriff, the tantalizing bare flesh accentuating her youthfulness as did her slender legs. The pleasant face, however, could have belonged to an older girl. A brown pigtail extended from beneath a baseball cap. A virgin tomboy! Cartwright groaned inwardly, squeezing his groin with one hand. He had lied to Begley. He had never fucked a girl younger than twenty. "Actually I want to speak with Molly for a couple of minutes," he said to the three kids who gathered at the car window. Chuck and Rick backed away from the car but still remained too close for Cartwright. "Why don't you get in so we can talk in private," he suggested to the girl. Molly walk around to the passenger side and got into the vehicle. She sat close to the door with hands folded in her lap. Cartwright tried not to ogle her, so with a brief sweep of his eyes he noticed her modest, girlish breasts and a small scar half way up the left thigh. He turned in his seat to face her. "I was wondering if you'd like to help me in the investigation of Alice's death," he said in a low voice as he glanced at the boys through the car window. "I thought her father did it. What's left to investigate?" Molly spoke up boldly. "Well, there may be other people involved," he replied still in a hushed tone of voice. "I was hoping you'd be able to tell me things the other kids won't mention. It would be like working undercover for the police." "You're asking me to rat on my friends." Molly stated loudly, pouted and folded her arms. "No, no. That's not what I mean," he almost whispered. "It's just that your friends might hear something about the case and tell you. Sheriff Begley and I never knew Alice, you know, not like you and your friends. We really don't know where to begin in reconstructing her last days. There may be some bad people out there who are as guilty as her father, if you know what I mean." "No, I don't. What do you mean?" Molly decided to play dumb for the fun of it.. "Well, it's no longer a secret to the grown ups around here that Alice and her father were, you know, very close." "How close?" "It's difficult to explain to a kid. You don't understand these things yet. We need to know if any one besides her father was, you know, touching the little girl inappropriately." "Are you talking about sex?" Molly asked with a shocked expression on her face.. "Yes. Exactly. Sex." Cartwright became flustered and blushed slightly. "But she was just a little girl, not big enough for -that-." "Yes, Molly, she was quite small, four seven and eighty pounds, but she was still large enough for -that-." Molly looked at the man with an innocent seriousness, but she wanted to laugh into his face. "We really don't talk about such things, you know, but I'll keep my ears open." "Very good! We'll be partners in this investigation." Cartwright spoke quickly as if relieved to be done with the awkward part of the interview. "Perhaps we can meet tomorrow and you can tell me what you find out." "Where?" "Where shall we meet? Why not right here at about this time?" "Yeah. No one is likely to see us here on the trail." Molly gave him a curious glance. "Yes, of course. We want to keep this a secret, you know." "Okay, I'll be here tomorrow." Molly put her hand on the door handle. Against his better judgment, Cartwright could not resist touching the girl's flesh. He placed his hand lightly on her bare thigh and rubbed a finger across the scar. "I see you hurt yourself here. I hope it was not too painful." "I've felt worse cuts," she responded casually and slipped out of the car. Chuck and Rick were waiting for her not far away. They stood together and watched the car move slowly down the trail. "What did he want?" Rick asked. "Exactly what you want, Ricky." Molly replied acerbically. "Will he get it, Molly?" Chuck asked eagerly.. Although she looked at her brother sternly, she could not conceal a small smile before she turned away from him and walked into the field. * * * Over many centuries a small creek had cut a gash through the field, and at one point the depression in the ground widened rather generously to become a pond during periods of heavy rain. That ground was dry, however, when the three kids reached the place, which they considered special and secret. They had been tramping toward it for about fifteen minutes. They jumped down into the wide creek bed to leave the rest of the world behind them. The morning was hot, the air redolent of weedy flowers and dry earth. "Jack ran off with half our lunch," Chuck complained. "But I'm glad he's gone." Molly was unconcerned about the food shortage. She had urged her buddies to visit this remote spot for the privacy it afforded, although she had not yet acknowledged to herself the specific reason she wanted to be entirely alone with the boys. That is to say, while she was eager for sexual fun, she remained uncertain about how events would unfold. That morning she had discovered her vagina no longer hurt when she inserted two fingers. Later in the kitchen she tested it furtively with a zucchini to confirm she was fully healed. She perched on the dirt bank leaning back on extended arms with legs dangling over. The boys, stripped to their shorts, splashed in a puddle a few yards away. "Did you bring any rubbers?" she asked just loud enough for them to hear. Those words caught the boys' immediate attention. They ceased their sport to look at her with excited expressions. "I have three," Chuck announced in a hurry, taking a step forward with a broad smile on his pretty face. "I have a couple," Rick said more slowly, not as certain about the girl's intent. Molly remained silent. She spread her legs and rubbed hands up and down her lovely thighs. She wanted the boys to fuck her, especially Ricky, but she preferred them to make the first move. Chuck understood her hesitation. With great deliberateness he pushed down his shorts and kicked them aside to stand naked in front of her. She looked expectantly at Ricky, who after a brief moment grinned and likewise stripped bare. Molly then slipped down from the embankment and slowly undressed, first her T-shirt, then her shorts. She stared at them imperiously, her legs apart, her hands on hips. They were too young to appreciate fully the extent of her exquisite, adolescent beauty. They only wanted to fuck. "You were nasty to me last week, Ricky, so now you have to make up for it," she said in a determined voice. She gazed at the young man whose graceful body sprouted hair on chest and calves. He had an impressive cock, she thought. "What do you want me to do?" he asked ruefully. "First put all our clothes together to form a bed on the ground." He did that quickly and awaited further instructions, his hand moving idly on his rigid cock. Molly reclined on the pile of clothes. "If you want to fuck me, you have to do one more thing." "Anything," he gasped. "I want to watch you suck Chucky's cock until he squirts. Do it over here where I can see it close up." Chuck stepped over to stand above his sister who leaned up on an elbow. Without any hesitation Rick dropped to his knees before the younger boy and began to suck his modest appendage with an obvious avidity. "You've done this before!" Molly protested angrily. "We're not queer, Molly," her brother gasped. "Ricky and I started experimenting this week while you were away." "It's coming, it's coming," the boy warned, his hands upon the head of his older friend. Molly's face was just a couple of inches away from the action. She licked her brother's hip. With a grunting squeal Chuck seized Rick's head to hold it steady and began to squirt. Molly watched in horror and with definite disgust when Rick's Adam's apple bobbed in a swallow. "Ugh!" she exclaimed. "How could you do that?" Rick leaned back on his heels, gave the girl a haughty toss of the head and licked his lips. She was disappointed. Although it was fun to watch, it had clearly been no punishment for Rick. "OK," she sighed in resignation. "I suppose it's your turn now." She lay back on the clothes with her legs spread widely. "Who's first?" Rick knelt between her legs. "I'm going to squirt too soon," he said casually. "I don't want to waste a rubber." He began to jack off with his man size cock pointed at Molly's nose. "Not in my face, Ricky," she said without rancor and pushed his hand a bit to the left. She did not see his grimace nor listen to his grunts. Her attention focused on the repeated, thick squirts that spewed from the cock and landed on her shoulder and upper arm. "Yes!" she exclaimed in satisfaction. She snuggled herself in the makeshift bed and raised her knees. "Do me now until I tell you to stop," she sighed, closing her eyes. Chuck came atop her first. She had expected pleasure, but was unprepared for its intensity. The boys were able to fuck for the longest time, especially on their second turns. She had not realized a girl could sustain such extended orgasms. She had not anticipated becoming light headed almost to the point of unconsciousness. * * * "The water's not too dirty, Molly." Chuck wiped her messy body reverently with a shirt soaked from the puddle. Rick joined his friend in bathing their queen. "I'm hungry," she announced when they finished. "Let's get dressed and eat on the way back. I also have some questions about Alice." A hot, midday sun warmed and dried the boy's shirts as they proceeded through the weeds. A vacant three story structure rose in the distance to their left. They had played there in the past, when their gang counted at least seven persons. It was a spooky place. Molly turned to her brother. "Tell me again about the time you and Jack met Alice in the school yard." "There's not much more to say. She asked me to go with her to the corner where they keep the trash cans." "She asked you? Not Jack?" "Yeah. Jack just tagged along. She was interested in me, she said, because you're my sister and we resemble each other. She said she wanted to know what you would look like with a cock." Chuck snorted a laugh. "So you went over and showed her your cock?" "Yeah. And she pushed down her panties to show me her cunny. She said she wanted us to fuck after school. She told met to put my fingers in her hole and I did. It didn't hurt her." "What about Jack. What was he doing?" "By then he had already left. At first he had his cock out and tried to push Alice to the ground behind the trash cans, but she screamed and hit at him. Then he kicked her and left after throwing a garbage bag at us. He called her a scummy whore and she yelled after him saying he had a baby dick." "Did he threaten her?" "Not with words, but he was really pissed." "When did this happen?" "Three or four weeks ago." They walked on in silence for a moment or two. The boys, on either side of her, each held a hand. Molly felt very much in charge, like a grown up woman. "Jack acted like that the time we were with Alice." Rick spoke up nervously. It was a delicate topic with Molly, he thought. "The time you fucked her, you mean." Molly did not sound too angry. "How did you meet her?" "Jack and I were at the Coke machine near Stearns Trail maybe three weeks ago and we saw her walking up the road. She didn't know me, but she recognized Jack." "She came over to you?" "Yeah. I think she wanted to get Jack's goat." "What happened?" "Well, she just came on to me like she was a lot older, like a whore, I guess. She grabbed my cock and asked me if I wanted to fuck. I couldn't believe it. She was so tiny!" "But very pretty," Molly said in a low voice. "Yeah, really pretty, like a golden doll." "What did Jack do?" "He wandered away in disgust and paced back and forth real quick in the driveway of the store muttering like a crazy person." "I think he's crazy," Chuck interjected. "Yeah, but he's still my cousin," Rick retorted heatedly. "So you went off with Alice to fuck, right?" Molly's anger was beginning to show. "How could I turn her down?" Rick whined. "I was a virgin and here was this girl who wanted to fuck me. I had a rubber." Molly looked at the young man and sneered. "She was too young to get pregnant, Rick. She turned eleven just three months ago." They walked on for a while without speaking. "What about Jack?" Molly asked, breaking the silence. "He followed us into the field, but he stood back until we were on the ground and fucking. When Alice yelled at me for squirting too soon, he approached us naked from the waist down. He told her that he could finish the job. She laughed at him and said she would rather do it with a carrot. That's when he kicked her." "Then he went away?" "Yeah, but he threw a large stone in our direction and he yelled that he was going to kill her." "He said that?" "Yeah. But Jack always talks crazy." "Did you take Alice home after that?" "Not right away." Rick hesitated. "We were still naked so we did it again. I really got her off that time." "I bet you did." "Then we kissed and cuddled for a while. I took her home after that." Once more the three of them walked in silence. Stearns Trail lay not far ahead. Molly pulled them to a stop. "Did either of you two hear kids at school talking about Alice?" "Just the stories that Jack was making up, but no one pays any attention to him. I suppose he is crazy, even if he is my cousin." "Why are you asking all these questions?" Chuck interrupted. "I liked Alice a lot," Molly replied in a distracted voice. "I knew her too, if you know what I mean." The two boys gaped incredulously. "You had sex with her!" Chuck exclaimed, shaking his head in wonder. "I've heard about that, of course," Rick remarked, trying to sound more sophisticated than his younger friend. "But I'm not certain about what girls do with each other." Molly did not offer to explain. "The police think that Alice was killed by her dad, but there are some things that don't make sense." She looked at them seriously. "I have to talk with Jack." _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+