From: bobandcarole@aol.com   
      
   Story: Joanna at the Adult Bookstore   
      
   by bobandcarole   
      
       Joanna winded her way along the darkened streets as she ran home, her   
   heart pounding and lungs burning from the exertion.  The rubber soles of   
   her sneakers slapped against the shiny pavement, wet and damp from a sudden   
   downpour.  A few drops were still falling now.  The young girl was grateful   
   for the raindrops that had dampened her hair and shirt.  With any luck, she   
   could tell her mom that the wet spots on her shirt were merely rainfall.   
      
       "It's just rain, Mom," she rehearsed in her head.  The eleven year old   
   girl blushed as she wondered what her mom would say if her daughter said,   
   "It's just semen, Mom."   
      
       The preteen girl slowed her pace, allowing herself to catch her breath.   
   For the umpteenth time, she wiped her hands down the front of her shirt,   
   making sure that no telltale drops of white fluid were still dripping down   
   her t-shirt.  Her hair was another matter.  When she had run her hand   
   through her long brown hair before, it came away sticky and slimy with   
   strand after strand of semen that had been shot onto her tresses.  When   
   Joanna touched her hair now, it was still sticky but she found it covered   
   with a dry, crusty material.   
      
       Joanna's mind replayed the events of the evening.  She remembered going   
   to Mary Ann's house to swim in her pool after school.  How long ago that   
   seemed?  Joanna couldn't even begin to name all the things that had   
   happened since...   
      
       * * *   
      
       The majority of the afternoon had been spent at Mary Ann's house,   
   splashing in the indoor pool at her grandparents' home.  Joanna tried to   
   leave her friend Mary Ann's house early, but even then she found herself   
   several minutes late as she walked home.  Wanting to avoid her mother's   
   wrath for being late for dinner, she took a shortcut through an alley.   
      
       The young girl never told her mom about the alley shortcut of course.   
   Joanna knew it was safe since it was always well-lit.  Her mother would   
   have objected however because the alley ran behind several adult   
   bookstores. Joanna usually paid no attention to them but tonight she   
   noticed that one of the alley doors was propped open.  Being a naturally   
   curious eleven year old, Joanna couldn't resist the urge to peek into the   
   store.   
      
       She had approached the door cautiously just in case one of the store   
   employees would return.  But as she came closer it was clear no one was   
   near the door.  Peeking around the corner, Joanna saw a room with wall   
   shelves full of video boxes, just like a regular video store.  She felt a   
   twinge of excitement as her eyes focused on the pictures on the boxes.   
   Most were of naked women with large breasts but a few video boxes here and   
   there had a picture of a penis.   
      
       Joanna was enticed by the naughtiness of it all.  Her knees began   
   shaking in nervousness as she peered into the bookstore.  Holding her   
   breath, she stepped just past the threshold so she could get a better look   
   inside.  This back room with videos led into the main front room where she   
   could hear the clerk talking on the phone.  On the floor near the door, she   
   saw a plastic bag of garbage.  "He must have been taking the trash out,"   
   Joanne thought, "and then the phone rang so he just left the door propped   
   open."   
      
       Since the man's conversation didn't show any signs of ending soon,   
   Joanna took another cautious step into the store.  To her right she saw a   
   rickety set of wooden stairs leading up.  She wondered what was up there.   
   She listened for a moment but heard no sounds coming from upstairs.  In the   
   center of the room was a kiosk full of magazines.  Joanna noticed that   
   unlike the Penthouses or Playgirls she and her friends giggled at when at   
   normal bookstores, these adult magazines were not shrink-wrapped in plastic   
   at all.   
      
       Out of the blue, instinct gripped Joanna's mind.  As if moving out of   
   her own volition, Joanna boldly stepped forward and grabbed a magazine from   
   the kiosk.  Without even looking at the cover or title, the eleven year old   
   quietly crept backwards.  Suddenly, she heard voices in the alley.  Joanna   
   panicked as her heart rate shot up.  She was trapped, a young girl who   
   obviously didn't belong in the adult bookstore..   
      
       Frantically, she looked around the room.  Her eyes fell on the wooden   
   steps that led to the second floor.  Decisively, she scampered up the   
   stairs, clutching the magazine to her chest and careful not to make any   
   noise on the creaky stairs.  When she reached the last step, Joanna found   
   herself at the end of a long and dimly lit hallway.  Oddly, though, the   
   hall didn't lead anywhere except there were several red doors on either   
   side.   
      
       "It looks like that one hallway from the Matrix Reloaded," Joanna   
   thought to herself.  "A single hallway filled with doors..." Except these   
   doors were not completely shut.  Joanna slowly opened the one nearest to   
   her and peeked inside.  It was dark in there but her eyes slowly adjusted   
   and she realized it was just a tiny booth of some sort.  Almost like a   
   bathroom except she didn't see a toilet or anything, just a vinyl covered   
   bench built into the wall.   
      
       Suddenly she heard more voices again coming from downstairs.  The voices   
   sounded close, like they were directly in the room beneath her.  Joanna   
   slipped inside the booth and shut the door, completely sealing herself in   
   darkness.  Her heart still racing, she listened as the voices spoke.  It   
   didn't sound like they were coming upstairs though.   
      
       Breathing a sigh of relief, Joanna realized she was still clutching the   
   magazine she had taken from downstairs.  But it was too dark in the booth   
   to look at it now.  She felt along the wall for a light switch.  A dim bulb   
   lit the booth as her fingers found the switch next to the door.   
      
       Joanna could see the booth much more clearly now.  The booth was tiny,   
   no bigger than a closet.  Across from the vinyl bench there was a screen   
   built into the wall.  Below it there were coin slots.  Maybe this was a   
   booth to play video games in, Joanna thought to herself.  Indeed, there was   
   a panel on the wall that had buttons on it.  She sat down on the vinyl   
   bench.  Next to her was a box of Kleenex.  On the floor there was a   
   wastebasket that was halfway filled with used tissues.  Gross, she thought   
   to herself.  Maybe someone had a cold.   
      
       But now that she had a moment of privacy, Joanna willed herself to   
   relax. She took a deep breath and studied the glossy magazine cover.  She   
   read the title slowly: "Club International: Best Hardcore Edition".  The   
   cover had a pretty blond woman who was completely naked, smiling at the   
   camera.  Nervously casting an eye at the closed door, Joanna opened up to a   
   random page.   
      
       The sight that greeted her took her breath away.  The eleven year old   
      
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