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The jelly baby tastes funny. Not really funny, just different to usual, so you suck it anyway. When you finish it and lick your lips, they taste salty.
"Why don't you sit in the car with me." he says, flashing his white teeth in a smile and jiggling the bag of sweets.
Now, you are not totally stupid and you know that this man must be one of those pedophiles you heard about. You know that you should run away and tell a grownup, so he will get arrested and sent to prison, but, like the elephant in your story book, you are full of 'satiable curtiosity. Mummy says curiosity killed the cat, but you don't really know what that means.
The man opens the door and gets out, looking up and down the deserted street. "Go on, you can show me the way to the park," he says. It's a bit of a climb to get up into the big car, and he puts his hands round your waist and lifts you in. Then he closes the door and walks round to the driver's side. "Buckle up," he says and helps you put the seat belt on.
It's strange to sit in the front. You always had to sit in a special seat in the back before. You tell him where to turn and a couple of minutes later you are in the car park by the park. There are some other cars over where the cafe is, but the man turns into the part under the trees and goes right to the end, before turning round. "This is perfect," he says and does something to make his seat slide right back. Then he gets out, walks round and makes your seat slide back as well, before going back to his side.
He reaches into the glove compartment and takes a swig from a bottle. You notice that his hand is shaking a bit and you recognise the smell of whisky. Then he half turns towards you and opens his trousers right out so you can see his willy and the wrinkled bag underneath. It isn't stiff when he gets it out, but it grows bigger as you watch, fascinated.
"Do you play with yourself sometimes," he asks. You bod, blushing a little because it's kind of embarrassing. "That's good," he says, wrapping a hand round the shaft of his willy and sliding it up and down. "I play with myself a lot, but it's better if someone else helps. He puts another jelly baby on his helmet and you lean over to take it like before.
Just as you put your lips on it, you feel his hand on the back of your head, pushing down. You open your mouth to yell,but next thing, his helmet is inside and you can't do anything. He has one hand on your head and the other arm is wrapped around you holding you still.