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   Story: Jim, my Neighbor (pedo, Mg, mast, rom )   
      
      
      
      
   [This is a story that is for adults only, it is erotica and contains graphic   
   descriptions of a child with an adult man.  If this type of content bothers   
   you in any way, then please do not read it. ]   
      
      
      
      
      
      
   Cindy's Mom and Dad had divorced when she was very little. Her mom had   
   remarried, but her new stepfather didn't really want her around. She tried   
   to stay out of the way as much as possible by staying in her room by   
   herself. She had her books and her cat, Smokey. When she did get sad, she   
   told her troubles to Smokey. He would listen quietly while she stroked his   
   fur  and cried. But most of the time she was a happy child, if a bit   
   curious   
   about everything.   
      
   On that Monday, she was looking for her hairbrush. She hadn't put it back   
   and now she couldn't find it.  Her Mom and Stepfather were at work. She   
   could sneak into her Mom's room where she could use her hairbrush and   
   put it   
   back without anyone finding out. She was afraid she would get into trouble   
   if she got caught. She listened for any sounds in the house, but only the   
   odd creaking noise of the old house could be heard. She crept down the   
   hallway to her Mom's door, and turned the knob very gently.   
      
   It felt very strange to be in here. She wasn't allowed in the room, and   
   curiosity got the better of her. She walked over to the bed. On the table   
   beside the bed, she saw some paperback books. Because she loved all books,   
   she looked at the titles. Most had pictures of spaceships on them, and she   
   didn't like science fiction. Then she noticed a book had slipped down   
   between the bed and nightstand. She bent down and picked it up. It didn't   
   have any picture on the cover like the other books. She read the title, The   
   Training of Emma. She loved books about dogs, and she didn't think her   
   stepfather would miss the book since it had dust on it. She had been   
   looking   
   for something to read just the night before. Surely she could read the book   
   quickly and put it back without anyone ever knowing that she had borrowed   
   it.  She brushed her hair and made sure to put the brush back in the same   
   place she had found it. She left the room and finished dressing for school.   
   Cindy put the book she borrowed under her mattress to read later when she   
   came home from school.   
      
   That afternoon when she got home, she got herself something to drink from   
   the fridge. She grabbed Smokey, and ran upstairs to her room. No one would   
   be home for another three hours, and she had been thinking about the book   
   all day. Cindy got it from under the mattress and laid Smokey on the bed   
   where he began to purr and go to sleep. She climbed up on the bed and   
   opened   
   the book. What she read inside shocked her.   
      
   This book wasn't about some little dog. This was about a minister's teenage   
   daughter who was taken by this motorcycle club. The minister had preached   
   against this club recently and tried to make trouble for them. The club   
   decided he needed to be punished for his efforts, so they kidnapped his   
   daughter. But the things they did to her, Cindy had never heard of things   
   like this before. And some of the words confused her. But other things,   
   they   
   made her feel funny inside. She wriggled on the bed, trying to get   
   comfortable. But no matter how she sat, she felt strange. She continued to   
   read about how Emma was being trained by her captors to like sex.   
      
   Cindy wasn't a total fool, she knew about sex. Well, she had an idea of   
   what   
   it was.  But she had never heard of some of the things that were done to   
   Emma. Surely they couldn't be true. And she had so many questions, like why   
   they put a collar on Emma. Also, they kept calling her a cunt. Maybe it was   
   her nickname. She knew girls at school who had nicknames, so maybe it was   
   like that. But Emma didn't seem to like being called that. She had so many   
   questions. She tried to think of who to ask that could explain some of what   
   she was reading. She didn't dare ask her mom or stepfather. And her brother   
   would only get her into trouble. He didn't like her and enjoyed torturing   
   her as much as he could get away with. She didn't have anyone she could ask.   
      
   Then she thought of Mr. Dunkin next door. He was a very nice man. He always   
   said hello to Cindy when she was outside and seemed interested in how she   
   was doing. She had talked to him quite a few times. He seemed to like   
   hugging Cindy, and since he was so nice, she let him. One time, his hand   
   had   
   slipped and brushed against her still flat chest, but it must have been a   
   mistake. He removed it quickly, and they each pretended it didn't happen.   
      
   She knew he was home because she had seen him when she came home from   
   school. Yes! That's what she would do. She would ask Mr. Dunkin to explain   
   to her what she didn't understand. She carefully put the book back under   
   the   
   mattress, and ran down the stairs. She walked across her yard to the house   
   next door. She timidly knocked on the door. After a few moments, she heard   
   soft footsteps approach the door. The door knob turned, and when the door   
   opened, Mr. Dunkin was standing there looking down at her. He smiled at her.   
      
   "Well, hello there, sweetie! What can I do for you?"   
      
   Cindy looked down at her feet. She wasn't sure how to ask him. He waited a   
   moment, and kneeled down in front of her so that he was her height.   
      
   "Cindy? Do you need something?"   
      
   She noticed her sandle on her right foot had a new scuff on it. She was   
   afraid to look at him, but was finally able talk. "Um, Mr. Dunkin, could I,   
   um, talk to you for a few minutes? She was scared to death. Most adults had   
   no time for her. They just wanted her to go away and be quiet. They   
   definitely did not like questions. But Mr. Dunkin had always seemed to like   
   talking to her.   
      
   "Well, of course, you can, sweetie. Come in. Does your Mom know you're   
   here?" He figured they didn't since he noticed that they rarely had time   
   for   
   the little girl. She was left alone so much that he felt sorry for her.   
   Whenever he saw her outside, he always tried to talk to her to let her know   
   that someone knew she was alive.   
      
   "Um, no, she's at work." She finally got the courage to look at him. He was   
   very nice looking. He had brown hair with blue eyes that seemed so gentle.   
   "I just had some questions to ask, um, if you don't mind."   
      
   He stood up, and opened the door wider. "Well, don't just stand there,   
   honey, come on in. It's okay. You're not bothering me."  He closed the door   
   behind her as she moved inside. "Come on, let's go into the den to talk."   
      
   He took her hand, and walked with her toward the back of the house. She had   
   never been in his house before. It was so nice, and everything looked so   
   clean. So different from her house. They walked into the den.   
      
      
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