Summer Holiday/Spain Day 8 Toni Back

“Of course I think you’re sexy,” I said, moving her hand back above the sheet. “I’m a paedophile, what would you expect.”

“Paedophiles are bad aren’t they?”

“A few are, but most of them aren’t. The ones you read about; the ones who kidnap little girls and treat them badly are really bad, but most of us love little girls and wouldn’t do anything to hurt one.” I reached for a tissue to wipe her snotty face. “I ought to take you back to your room,” I said.

She reached under the sheet and found John Thomas again. “I don’t think he agrees with you,” she said with a giggle.

What else could I do?

Once again my conscience took a back seat