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The most extraordinary thing happened to me yesterday and I hope you won't think too badly of me when I tell you about it. I remember some of the games we played when I was a kid, so I suspect this tale will not shock you overmuch. | The most extraordinary thing happened to me yesterday and I hope you won't think too badly of me when I tell you about it. I remember some of the games we played when I was a kid, so I suspect this tale will not shock you overmuch. | ||
You know that I am in Cornwall, working on | You know that I am in Cornwall, working on my latest novel. I decided to rent a caravan to save money. Not to mention, allowing a little privacy. I found a standard four-berth van, parked in the least popular part of a site, and did a deal with the owner to help out with mowing and such. The site has good facilities for children and attracts a lot of single parents. I think the owner gives them a special deal or something. The Wi-Fi is excellent and I have set up a bedroom as an office with all three screens nicely arranged. I had to buy a proper chair though. | ||
Whatever the reason, the pool is filled with kids of all ages whenever the sun | Whatever the reason, the pool is filled with scantily clad kids of all ages whenever the sun shines and if that isn't enough, some of the young mothers are pretty nubile as well. I've got to the stage where I have to have a wank before going there to avoid embarrassing myself. Anyway, I digress. | ||
Angela (not her real name) is twelve, just like Lolita in the book. She is tall for her age and slim, with long fair hair and a snub nose. She | Angela (not her real name) is twelve, just like Lolita in the book. She is tall for her age and slim, with long fair hair and a snub nose. She laments her lack of breasts and refuses to accept my assurance that she is beautiful the way she is. She has two younger brothers who annoy her intensely and takes every opportunity to escape their company. I assume that she takes after her (absent) father because her mother is unattractive, both in appearance and manner, to put it mildly. | ||
I first saw her on the day she arrived, posing on the diving board in a skimpy bikini. She eventually dived in and I lost sight of her until she appeared beside my lounger. "It's rude to stare," she said and plonked herself down in the next lounger. I apologised but pointed out that pretty girls who pose on diving boards should expect to be stared at. She enjoyed the flattery and graciously allowed me to buy her an ice cream. An hour later I knew that she had two half-brothers (different father) and her mother was borderline alcoholic. She knew that I was a struggling writer and that my admiration for young girls was not exactly fatherly. | |||
Revision as of 13:27, 30 December 2023
Dear James,
The most extraordinary thing happened to me yesterday and I hope you won't think too badly of me when I tell you about it. I remember some of the games we played when I was a kid, so I suspect this tale will not shock you overmuch.
You know that I am in Cornwall, working on my latest novel. I decided to rent a caravan to save money. Not to mention, allowing a little privacy. I found a standard four-berth van, parked in the least popular part of a site, and did a deal with the owner to help out with mowing and such. The site has good facilities for children and attracts a lot of single parents. I think the owner gives them a special deal or something. The Wi-Fi is excellent and I have set up a bedroom as an office with all three screens nicely arranged. I had to buy a proper chair though.
Whatever the reason, the pool is filled with scantily clad kids of all ages whenever the sun shines and if that isn't enough, some of the young mothers are pretty nubile as well. I've got to the stage where I have to have a wank before going there to avoid embarrassing myself. Anyway, I digress.
Angela (not her real name) is twelve, just like Lolita in the book. She is tall for her age and slim, with long fair hair and a snub nose. She laments her lack of breasts and refuses to accept my assurance that she is beautiful the way she is. She has two younger brothers who annoy her intensely and takes every opportunity to escape their company. I assume that she takes after her (absent) father because her mother is unattractive, both in appearance and manner, to put it mildly.
I first saw her on the day she arrived, posing on the diving board in a skimpy bikini. She eventually dived in and I lost sight of her until she appeared beside my lounger. "It's rude to stare," she said and plonked herself down in the next lounger. I apologised but pointed out that pretty girls who pose on diving boards should expect to be stared at. She enjoyed the flattery and graciously allowed me to buy her an ice cream. An hour later I knew that she had two half-brothers (different father) and her mother was borderline alcoholic. She knew that I was a struggling writer and that my admiration for young girls was not exactly fatherly.