How Innocent? Part 2

by Pulsar

So, you’re brave enough to continue Laura Lee’s childhood nightmare and her pursuit of the little brat whom she desires so badly, kiddies!!! Eh-he-he!. We’ll keep reading if you dare… BUT… if you haven’t read the first part, then go read that first you little rapscallion! Eh-he-he!

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I rode my bike home that afternoon trying to solve that very problem of confronting the would-be killer. I thought and thought it over as I peddled my pink girlish bicycle. I forgot how pleasurable bike riding was. At least it kept my slender legs in shape and well- defined instead of stick-like. I panted as I peddled up the last steep hill in our humble neighborhood. Once at the top, I turned down our street. But I was so busy thinking about my crime-stopping scheme I failed to notice the old pothole that had been there for years. Suddenly, I wiped out, bike and all! And how quickly I had forgotten the one hazard of wearing shorts. My bare knee was the first to hit the pavement when I crashed. “Oooooow!” I cried out. Suddenly, I began to cry… just like a little girl. I couldn’t help it. I looked down to see blood flowing from my bony kneecap. I tried not to cry, but my young body took over. “Oooow, owww!” Yes, I had also forgotten that skinned knees hurt like a bitch! “Mooommy,” I mumbled. I couldn’t believe it. Here I am, a grown woman and I wished for nothing more than my mom to pick me up and comfort me. What a nightmare! I was wishing the pain and humiliation would wake me up, but no such luck!

And so I forced myself back up unable to stop myself from crying like a little sissy girl. I mounted my bike and slowly peddled home, each bend of my knee causing more pain. I stumbled in the house still crying and grabbing my skinned knee like a crybaby. “Sis! What happened?” cried Matt, who apparently beat me home.

“Oooow!” I cried. “I crashed my bike.”’

Matt gasped when he saw my bloody knee. “Ooooh… I’ll get the first- aid kit!” And like a good big brother, he played doctor… in a nice way, and fixed my knee. In a way, I wished Matt wasn’t there. He was a good protector, yet he made me feel weak. I could see a pink splotch on his own knee from a bike crash three days ago that didn’t faze him at all. I really wanted Katie there. I knew the ‘real’ Katie would laugh at me, but my fantasy Katie would gently kiss my wound and rub her fingers up and down my bare leg, kissing my inner thighs which would cause them to break out in goose-bumps, before sliding her finger up the crotch of my shorts.

But I quickly snapped back to reality when that cold stinging wipe touched the wound. “Yeeeooow! God, that stings like a son-of-a- bitch!”

Suddenly, Matt burst into giggles. “Aw, man! One of these days you’re gonna say that in front of Mom and she’s gonna tan your ass with the hairbrush! And then she’d do it to me for laughing about it!” But soon he touched a little cream to my knee and stuck the band-aid on.

I wiped my eyes and stopped crying. “Damn that hurts!” I mumbled, quite surprised at my lack of pain tolerance.

“Aw, it’s nothing,” boasted Matt as he as he pointed to that small scar on his own knee. Brave Matt! Anyway, good ol’ Matt took care of me once again. What a Monday.

That night after lights out, I laid in my bed thinking of Katie some more, and found myself reaching down to test out my once-again hairless immature little cunny. It was wet, but I wanted to see just how delicious an orgasm would feel inside an innocent ten-year- old body. My hormones must have been running wild because it only took three minutes until blast-off! Then, I wiped my sticky fingers on my blanket and fell asleep completely relaxed.

Yet there remained four days left until Friday… Halloween night! I knew it would be a long week when that’s all I had to perfect a way to prevent one of the most hideous murders in the history of our state!

Tuesday morning Mom shook me awake, frantically warning me I’d be late for school if I didn’t hurry. “Been there, done that,” I said as I forced myself out of bed.

“What?” asked mom, now looking young and energetic once again.

“Oh nothing, Mommy,” I said as I stretch. I walked over to my dresser for tee and panties, and then searched my closet. “Gee, why’d they make kids wear this stuff back then,” I mumbled as I scanned my clothes in the closet, all purchased by a working-class budget on a nurses’ salary. “But then again, they are kinda cute,” I mumbled.

“Hurry dear,” coaxed Mom. “I’ll have your breakfast ready in five minutes!”

And so, I searched through my horrid wardrobe for something I would not want to be caught dead in. At the end of the closet, I found an old skirt I had gotten while in second-grade. “Oh my God!” I said as I held the little thing up. “I remember this!” It was a pink and blue tartan print that came up above my knees back then. I held it up to me. I had now grown enough that it was mini-skirt length. I checked the waist size. Then, I dared to slide it on. It actually still fit around my waist. I slid on a pullover shirt and tied a sweater around my neck by the sleeves. Then, I found some long pink knee-high socks and pulled them all the way up to the base of my kneecaps before looking in the full-length mirror behind my door. My good, how dorky but… how cute! I looked myself over real good. I was somewhat homely, but not ugly… not ugly at all. I had a sweet little ten-year-old face. I dared to study my bare legs in that short little skirt. I was right. I did have killer legs for a ten- year-old. I finally boasted to myself. “I’m hot!” I said to my reflection. “Oh, Laura Lee, you’re so fucking immature! Yeah, so what’s your point?!” I stuck out my tongue like a little brat. “A boy’s torment and a lesbian’s delight!” I said as I turned to the side and bent my knee. I turned the other way and quickly flashed my white panties. “You want this?” I said to the air. “You know you want this! You want it bad! Ha! Don’t you wish!”

And so, after breakfast, I jumped on my bike and rode to school in the cool morning. My legs were slightly cold and the wind blew up my little skirt, but I knew by recess it would be comfortable outside. I peddled fast and reached school a few minutes before the tardy bell. And once again, Mr. Sterling the principal was in the junction of the corridors. ‘Who’re you supposed to be? Himmler or Rommel?’ I asked him in my head. When he saw me, I could see his face twitch, for I was showing a lot of bare leg that day! ‘Yeah, don’t you wish,’ I thought again. Yet he only motioned for me to hurry to class.

Yet soon I heard his voice behind my back. “Good morning, Katie!” he said. “Let’s hurry now, princess!”

Damn that little brat! She sure gets the special treatment. I turned around to see just how she was decked today. But as soon as our eyes met, she only stuck out her tongue. “Don’t look at me, Loser Lee,” she said with a cruel giggle. She was proud of that corruption of my name. Yet I’m a grown woman inside and it hardly fazed me now. Once in class, Katie and her horde of brats whispered about what I was wearing, and I loved every minute of it.

‘Go ahead you little bitches… gossip all you want! I’m enjoying this,’ I said in my head. As I sat in my desk, I let my knees open a little so anyone looking back would see my panties, yet I suppose people just expected it back then from girls they assumed too young to understand about modesty. Besides, it looked accidental enough and the teachers had a habit of ignoring it.

And then came recess again. I walked about the playground, giggling with girls of my own clique, some of which showed almost as much bare leg as I did. I looked around at the children of all ages as they frolicked about the various playground equipment. ‘Hmmm, of all the girls here, at least four or five will be lesbians, according to statistics. Well then…’ I thought. And so, I climbed upon the monkey bars and dared to hang upside down myself, affording the world a clear view of my panties. “Okay, all you little dykes,” I said quietly. “Come and get it! You know you want it! Here it is!” But as I scanned around, even upside down, I could see Katie jumping rope with her friends, all of them trying to get their skirts to fly up high enough to flash their underpants. “Just keep it up you little whore,” I mumbled with a grin. “By next week, your little hairless pussy will be my personal property!” And with that, I flipped back over and landed on the ground, feeling a little too slutty myself.

And thus those next three days passed by in torment. Every scheme I came up with just seemed too far-fetched to work. By Thursday afternoon, I was in a near panic. Tomorrow night, Katie would be murdered in her sleep if I don’t intervene. I paced about our backyard as I schemed some more. But then, I nearly stepped on Matt’s toy Star Wars gun he had left in the yard. I bent down to pick it up as I thought some more. “Oh my God!” I mumbled. “No… YES!” Instantly, I ran into the house. Matt was in front of the TV watching ‘Gilligan’s Island’ as I dropped the gun on his lap. “You left this outside,” I said as I passed by. “And by the way, they DON’T get off the island in this one either!”

“Well duh!” replied Matt. Nevertheless, I went through the kitchen and toward the back of the house. I went into mom’s room for she was still away at work and wouldn’t be home to almost our bedtime. Anyway, I looked into her closet. At the back behind her shoes, I found that one shoebox. I dared to open it. Inside sat a handgun. It was once dad’s, but he left it for her to protect us incase a criminal broke into our house. “No… I can’t believe I’m doing this but…. There’s no other way!” I mumbled. My ten-year-old body can’t stop a cold-blooded adult-sized killer with her bare hands. I would have to take that chance. If some higher power was on my side, then my plan would work. Therefore, I took the dreaded gun and a handful of bullets, and hid it deep into my own closet. I had left everything in mom’s closet the way it was. She would never know. Now mind you, as a child, I knew or cared nothing about guns. But at college, I had taken a hand-gun course for my own protection, although I had never bought a gun. But I had fired one at a shooting range.

And so the rest of the week passed slowly. I trembled in class, on the playground, and even at home as I pondered my deed. Halloween night drew closer and closer with each passing moment as that little brat Katie’s life hung in the balance. But Halloween day came nonetheless. That morning just before school, Katie came up to me and said, “You’re not supposed to wear your mask until tonight!” which brought a round of giggles from her rich preppy friends.

“That’s sooooo old!” I said. “And I would pop you in nose right now, except it’s ‘be kind to animals’ week!” At that, my friend Heather laughed. Yes, being that she was from my neighborhood, we both enjoyed hating her. If only Heather knew how wet that little bitch made me. And so the bell rang and we sat down. For a while, I kept looking over at Katie and I kept crossing my legs tight, fighting every urge to reach down to give myself a rub. There she sat in a short reddish plaid jumper with a lacy white shirt. Oh, the way she sat! Her jumper had bunched up, leaving nearly all her bare legs exposed. A little higher and her panties would show! What a beautiful sight! Her knees remained unscratched, unlike mine. At one time, she turned sideways in her desk with her feet up on the brace of the chair which gave me a perfect panty flash between her little bulgy inner thighs. I could just taste it! In my head, I could hear her squeaky little voice crying “Oooh! Oooh! Oh-God! Yes! Yes! Don’t stop! Don’t stop! I’m gonna cum! Make me cum! Aaaaaah!”

“Laura Lee!” cried Mrs. Peters, suddenly interrupting my daydream.

“Yes ma’am?”

“I take it that since you’re daydreaming, you’re prepared to pass a test on subject-verb agreement!” she said somewhat irritated.

I swallowed hard. But then, an evil grin crawled across my face. “Oh, yes, Mrs. Peters,” I said as I stood up in the aisle beside my desk. All things considered, I was a schooled grown woman and thus would act like one. “Let’s see, subject-verb agreement. Proper discourse relies on the coordination between verbal conjugation and noun declension. Since our language is of a Teutonic descent, we rely more on external assemblies of morphemes rather than internal inflections of those used in the Latin dialects. But it was even more complicated in the days of the Sumerian cuneiform writing when the inflections relied more on both verbal morphemes and inflection using…”

Suddenly, the entire class burst out laughing with the most bizarre look on their faces. Mrs. Peters jaw dropped, taken completely by surprise. Poor lady. She never had a twenty-five year old in her class before who had the hardest college English professor who ever walked the Earth. “Cute, Laura Lee… real cute! I suppose I could assign you a research paper comparing and contrasting the linguistic significance of alphabetic writing versus hieroglyphic writing!”

Once again, the class laughed, thinking I was doomed. “Well… I could use the extra-credit, Mrs. Peters,” I said.

“Sit down, Laura Lee.”

“What a nerd!” whispered Katie. But I could have cared less. I was far too mature to care what a bunch of ten-year-olds thought of me. And so I sat in my desk, figuring I better not draw anymore attention to myself. However, I did cop some more peeks over at Katie, hoping for another scrumptious panty shot! But my eyes wandered over to Heather as well. She wore a jumper similar to Katie’s except it wasn’t some fancy name-brand. But she was showing almost as much bare leg, except she had worn argyle knee socks. I had to admit, Heather had a cute pare of legs on her as well. Not as shapely or curvy as Katie’s, but they appeared quite touchable nevertheless. Her knees were often scratched like mine, for we rode bikes a lot and played down by the creek, unlike the ‘yuppie’ kids. But Heather was the girl of my ilk and I just couldn’t picture myself coming on to her. Still, I wondered if some day I could get away with coping a little squeeze on her bare thigh.

But the school day passed slowly. Once the final bell rang, I was on my bike once again to ride home. I had learned my lesson well to watch for potholes, for when you’re ten years old, skinned knees hurt like a son-of-a-bitch! But once I was home, I turned on ‘The Flintstones’ and waited for Matt to get home on his bike. He was late because he had safety patrol duty that day. Once home, I asked him if I could borrow his black sweat pants for Halloween. “Sure sis,” he said, even though they were a little big on me. Later, I searched my closet for something else black. Damn. I never wore black. I guess navy blue would have to do. I put the dark clothes under my bed in preparation for my vigilante venture yet to come. As for a costume, I put on some crappy witch stuff I had, never really caring how I looked. Later that evening, mom had gotten dressed for her party over at her job and so Aunt Lisa came over with cousin Julie to take us out trick-or-treating. It was boring, I tell you. I’m sure it was fun the first time around, but I was twenty five and found this very degrading. At least my body was young enough so all that candy wouldn’t go straight to my thighs!

But later that evening, Aunt Lisa brought us back home and made us get ready for bed. Matt shed his ‘Darth Vader’ costume and counted out his candy like a greedy miser. “Here! Take some of mine,” I said. “Last thing I want is to get fat!”

Finally, seeing that we were dressed for bed, Aunt Lisa left and told us to stay in our rooms until Mom got home. But I didn’t quite obey. I got up once to get a soda loaded with caffeine from the kitchen so I could stay awake. Tonight was the night. If I fell asleep, Katie would die! Either I’d sleep through her murder, or I’d wake up with my angry split personality taking over, walk like a zombie to her house and kill her, never to remember the act. No, I must stay awake. Therefore, I lay on my bed sipping the can of soda, waiting for another caffeine rush to take over. I looked at the clock. It was nearing 11pm. I began to tremble once more. I knew I had to leave soon or history would repeat itself. But just as I was about to get up, I saw the headlights through my curtain. Then, I heard the rumble of the garage door. Mom was home. I pulled the covers over my head as I heard her come in. She opened the door to my room once before closing it again. She must have been tired because I heard her in the back bathroom for a few minutes, before I heard her bed squeak as she climbed in. A few minutes later, the house was dark and quiet.

It was time to go! I quietly crawled out of bed in a navy sweatshirt and my brother’s black sweatpants. Then, I reached under my bed for my backpack which now held mom’s pistol. For the final touch, I pulled out the old newspaper clipping with the murder story and placed it in my backpack. Then, taking a deep breath, I made way through the dark house to the back door. I opened it quietly with both hands and made my way to the side of the house where I left my bike. I walked it through the gate, out onto the driveway before mounting it. Once I donned my backpack, I was off into the night.

The streets were lit with the occasional lamppost as well as a multitude of porch and yard lights. But this was an older neighborhood and tall oak trees grew everywhere, sometimes their long branches forming small tunnels over the streets. But on I peddled my bike into the night throughout our neighborhood until I reached Grand Blvd. There across this busy thoroughfare sat the “rich kids’” neighborhood. I looked both ways before quickly peddling across this street, and into Grandview Estates. Now, the houses sat larger and farther apart. Cadilacs and Mercedes sat in driveways rather than Chevrolets and Datsuns. Many of the yards boasted professional gardening work and the trees towered above me like a royal forest. But I kept on pedaling down this yuppie-hood and turned down several streets that now sat ghostly quiet and dark.

Soon, I found Katie’s home. It stood like a stately mini-mansion on Birch Street. The house sat dark except for the porch light as well as small lawn lights around the front flowerbed. An impressive circle drive led up to her house paved with small smooth pebbles. And so I rode up the driveway and into the shadows between her home and the next. I carefully maneuvered behind a shrub much taller than I was, and there I waited.

But I knew I didn’t have much time. According to the paper, the estimated time of the murder was before midnight and I left just after eleven! And so I waited a few more minutes (which seemed like hours) listening to my heart thump behind my chest which had yet to grow breasts. I swear, I’d been ten years old again for only a week and I really wanted them back! But finally, I crept from the bush and dared to climb over the wooden privacy fence by standing on my bike.

Going down was easier because there were boards to stand on. But once my feet hit the ground, I felt quite the criminal. I was trespassing and dressed like a thief… and with mom’s gun in my backpack no doubt! Who’d ever believe my story? I wouldn’t! But I carefully crept around her back yard and looked up at the back of the house. It was completely dark. And so I waited for a few moments until I dared try the back door that led into their kitchen. It was unlocked! I couldn’t believe it! But then again, they always said our town was the most quietest, peaceful place in the Heartland. And so I dared to enter into the dark house uninvited. Without a sound, I crawled under the kitchen table! I was so scared now I was afraid I’d start crying. Was the killer in the house too already? I wanted to run back home to my bed, but I knew that would give Katie the death sentence. No! I must go through with it and save her. Saving her life would be the only way to win the love of such an arrogant snob.

Therefore, I quietly crept from under the kitchen table in the little breakfast area and made way for their huge living room. Even in the darkness, I could smell the fine scent of a rich house. I could see the silhouette of a grandfather clock as well as many fine furnishings. And so I hid behind a couch and waited a few more minutes in the darkness. I swear my heart thumbed so loudly it rang in my ears. It sounded as if the whole town could hear it. My hands trembled and my joints grew stiff. I was nearly paralyzed. There I sat, trying to make myself move when suddenly, I heard a rattle and a squeak!

I held my breath as I turned my head every which way. It was the back door! I bit my lip as I heard the faintest of footsteps coming from the kitchen, before crossing the carpet of the living room. I continued to hold my breath as I saw a shadowy figure go by and make way for the stairs. Then, I could hear the faint crunch of each foot on the carpet-covered stairs. Finally, with a shaking hand, I removed my backpack and reached for the gun. I slowly stood inched my way out from around the sofa and pranced to the stairway. By the time I got there, the other intruder had reached the top. And thus I kicked off my shoes and gently climbed the stairs in my socks.

Before I could reach the top, I could hear the faint squeak of door hinges. It must be Katie’s room! Only a matter of seconds now between life and death! I quickened my pace up the steps holding onto mom’s heavy .38. It was loaded now and ready to fire. When I reached the top, I disengaged the safety. But at that very moment, I heard the hideous scream of a nine-year-old girl! Whoever it was, his hands were upon her!

But the scream lasted only a second before those hands constricted the windpipe. I burst through the open door as I heard a mighty thrashing of a small body on a bed. I reached for a light switch. That two-second groping on the wall lasted a life time before the light came on! In an instant, I raised the pistol to take aim at the towering figure dressed in black.

BANG! BANG!

BANG!

Three bullets struck the intruder in the back. In surprise, pain, and awe, the intruder released the intended victim and spun around on staggering legs. Soon, the towering figure collapsed to the floor, spilling blood on the plush carpet of her room.

But having her airway open, Katie let out a long, blood-curdling scream of terror and shock. And seeing what I had just done, I screamed as well. We both screamed off-key until we ran out of wind, only to pause long enough to draw a breath to scream again. But I held the pistol up high, aiming at the ceiling while Katie held her hands to her throat which had been painfully squeezed. Nonetheless, we both continued to scream in terror.

But from behind me, her mother raced into the room only seconds later after the gunshots. She took one look at her terrified daughter, me with the gun, and the stranger lying motionless on the floor, covered in black clothing hiding all flesh. The hands were covered in leather gloves and the entire head was concealed with a ski mask. And there sat the tell-tale bullet wounds that oozed blood. And upon seeing such, her mother screamed as well. The house was filled with a chorus of three female voices crying out in terror, in spite of the fact that the danger had passed. Katie lived! The murder did not take place… and I was innocent! Finally I stopped screaming upon realizing it was never me who did it. And now… it never happened in the first place!

Finally, when her mother calmed down, she looked at me with contempt. “What are you doing?” she roared.

“I prevented a murder!” I yelled back. “What do you think I was doing!”

She turned to eye the corpse in the middle of the floor. “Then who’s that?”

“I don’t know!” I roared.

“Then let’s find out!” Slowly, she approached the fallen body. With a shaky hand, she reached out to seize upon the ski mask. With one quick yank, she jerked it free to reveal the would-be child killer.

“Mr. Sterling!” I cried. “It’s Mr. Sterling… the principal!” My shaking hand could no longer contain the heavy pistol. It fell to the floor. “Why? Why did… would he do it?”

But Mrs. Richards, the terrified divorcee could not move. She remained frozen as she tried to fathom the last ten seconds of events. “How… how’d you know? How’d you know to be here to stop him. Why didn’t you go to the police?”

“Because… nobody would believe me,” I said with a dry throat. And thus with quivering hands, I reached into my backpack to produce the old newspaper… fifteen years old, dated tomorrow!

Mrs. Richards took it in her trembling hands. “I don’t believe this,” she said as she wept. “Is this some kind of joke.”

“It’s no joke,” I assured. “For God’s sake this is some kind of… dream! Look, lady, I’m not ten… I’m twenty five. This isn’t 1980; it’s 1995! I’ve been to college but work at home and for fifteen fucking years, I’ve wondered who did this… but now… somehow… it didn’t happen!”

Ten minutes later, a fleet of police cars lit up the neighborhood with their flashing red and blue lights. This time, the one on the stretcher was Mr. Sterling, completely covered with a sheet. It hit me all the sudden that I did kill someone that night, but not Katie, rather the would-be killer. But that’s not how it had happened… at least not before. Oh, I was so confused!

And there I sat on their plush living room couch as countless officers wandered about the house gathering evidence. The police captain asked me questions over and over as my mom sat their crying with her arm around me. “Now, really, Captain, she’s told you everything she knows,” she said. “And I don’t know where that… that newspaper came from. But if she hadn’t done what she did, Katie would be dead and that… that scoundrel might have gotten away with it!”

Finally, the captain closed his notebook. “Okay, you two are released for now. But we’ll have many more questions for you in the days ahead,” he said.

But on the other couch, Katie sat curled up in her petrified mother’s lap like a three-year-old. Gone was her pompous and over-confident demeanor. She was just a spoiled, terrified little girl. Yet she never took those red tear-stained eyes off me.

But before we could go, the most familiar character entered the house behind a forensic detective. I recognized her immediately. It was Dr. Prim! But the most frightening thing was… she looked just the same as she did… or would fifteen years from now, in the year 1995. “Dr. Prim! What are you… how do you…”

“Relax, Laura Lee,” she said. “I’m a crisis counselor with the Police Department.”

“But… I spoke to you fifteen year ago… I mean… fifteen years from now! You’re in my dream… my nightmare! I told you that I was afraid I was the killer!”

She sat down next to me and leaned close to speak softly. “I told you that you were not the one,” she said with a gentle smile.

“Good,” I replied. “I want to wake up,” I begged. “You must have… regressive hypnosis! You did do it! I solved the crime! Please, Dr. Prim. Wake me up! I wanna go back now! Being ten is fine for… ten-year-olds, but not for twenty-five year olds!”

With that, she smiled again and patted me on the shoulder. “Honey!” she said. “You’re not dreaming… this is real! You see, you never were twenty-five. You’ve not grown up yet. You’re still ten!”

“No!” I cried. That’s impossible! What about those fifteen long years. The knowledge I got in college! I mean… I can name the next two presidents! I can tell you what will happen to computing… the space shuttle missions! I know lines from Shakespeare that we haven’t read in school…”

“I know, honey,” replied Dr. Prim. “You have experienced an phenomenal gift of foresight. Use it wisely! Use it for the good of those around you… unless you’d rather be an arrogant brat like… some people we could both name!” And with that, she simply got up and headed for the door.

“Wait! Come back… I want to wake up! Please… come back! I’m NOT ten! I’m twenty-five! I don’t want to do this again. I was ten already… fifteen friggin’ years ago!”

But I never saw her again. And therefore I looked over at Katie. For the first time, she smile back at me. She wiped her tear- drenched cheeks clean and sat up. “You… you saved me from being killed!” she said. “You know how to use a gun too! I didn’t know you were cool!”

“I’m not… okay? I’m not cool!” I snapped. “I’m a nerd… just remember that!”

“Nooo!” she said with a grin. “You saved me from him. I told him if he didn’t stop touching me, I would tell my mom… and the police. He told me I would be the worst for me if I did! I couldn’t get him to stop! But you did! You made him stop! You’re cool now! You get to me my best friend!”

“Look, we’re both alive and well.. so let’s just call it even!”

And so, my mom took me back home. It was almost two in the morning when I settled down to bed. And naturally, when I awoke around 10am, there I was, still in my ten-year-old body, and still in my old childhood room. I thought of Katie. Her smiling face would not get out of my head. But this time, it was sour. I loathed her. She was just a selfish snob. I felt nothing for her. I guess I hated her after all. I was not turned on. Then, I looked at my old newspaper clipping. To my surprise, it was different! I could scream. There, the headline read, ‘Heroic Fourth-Grader Saves Classmate from Murder/Rape!” What the hell… it was gone! The old news story… erased from history.

And all I could do was join my brother silently in front of the TV for more Bugs Bunny. That afternoon, I went to Heather’s. She hadn’t heard yet about last night. Fine with me… I didn’t want to talk about it. But I needed comfort. I hugged her tightly and told her I had some kind of ‘nightmare.’ We talked about girly things as I finally dared to reached down and squeeze her bare leg. “Cute shorts,” I said. “I hate November. Soon it’ll be too cold to wear shorts!”

“Yeah, I know what you mean,” she said. “Oh well, at least no more skinned knees until March!”

With that, I gently rubbed my finger around her kneecap. “You have such pretty knees,” I mumbled. “I wish I had your knees!”

“Of course,” giggled Heather. “Yours has a scrape! But then again, skinned knees are cute!” And after a few more minutes of petting and talking, our lips met. We kissed passionately as we slid our hands up the back of each other’s shorts and squeezed each other’s butts. Before long, we were on the floor of her room, completely naked. And it wasn’t too long after that, we gave each other explosive orgasms!

But I was still trembling in the afterglow! I’m twenty-five, damn it! I’m not ten! I don’t want to be ten again. I want to go back. I want to drive! I want to vote! I’m not a kid! I’m a grown woman… honest! But I could see I had fifteen years to get there. At least, now I had Heather to go with me.

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Frightening, isn’t it kiddies! A childish nightmare that lasts for fifteen years! Oh well, if you’re gonna have to do it all over again, might as well be with that hot little Heather! Imagine, before those girls turned 25, they had done 69 plenty of times! Eee, hee-hee-hee! And as for that snob Katie, she got what she deserved. She was condemned to a life of shallow false friends! Until next time kiddies… be good to yourself! But wipe your hands afterward! Eee, hee-hee-hee!