Summer Holiday/Spain Day 1/Airport.

You have a good feeling about this trip and the airport departure lounge lays before me as a kind of appetizer. You stand and look around, absently rubbing the back of your leg where you'd been stung. There are plenty of little lovelies for your viewing pleasure. All happy, all excited to be off somewhere new and none in the least bit aware that you are trying to imagine what each of their cute little asses would look like skewered on your erection.

You feel rather strange but decide that it must be because you have finally plucked up the courage to act on your pedophile urges. Up to now you have always been too scared to take advantage of the few opportunities that have presented themselves. You always imagine some girl running off screaming, followed by a confrontation with an angry parent, getting beaten up, and then the humiliation of arrest and exposure. Now, standing in the airport lounge, it is almost as if you can tell which kids would and which were still innocent.

So - where to sit?

Ahoy, little redhead, nice short skirt and pretty little freckles...

Or maybe something a little more energetic, a brown haired brother and sister challenging each other to do cartwheels and handstands in one corner...

Or is that little blondie from the lobby? Sat over by the toilets with her two elder sisters and daddy watching over them...

There are some empty seats over there, opposite a couple with a baby...