From: bobandcarole@aol.com   
      
   > Story: Katya's New Glory 2 of 3   
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   > by bobandcarole   
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   >    Chapter 2   
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   >    The next day, Katya had to go to school but it wasn't so bad.  The girls   
   > who had teased her yesterday left her alone when she saw them.  Perhaps   
   > they did mock her when she wasn't looking, but Katya was too preoccupied   
   > with other thoughts to give them much attention.  She mechanically went   
   > through the motions of her school day, attending classes, lunch, recess,   
   > and more classes.   
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   >    Once school was over, Katya began walking home.  Or at least in the   
   > general direction of her house, because after a few minutes she found   
   > herself walking down a different sidewalk than the one she usually took to   
   > get home.  She thought she was wandering aimlessly until she realized she   
   > was at the entrance to Minnehaha Park.   
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   >    Katya stopped for a moment.  The park was rather large, with a grassy   
   > picnic area to her right with many shady trees and outdoor tables and   
   > grills set up.  Some grills had lazy wisps of smoke rising from them, and   
   > the indistinct scent of charcoal wafted about her.  She looked to her right   
   > was the playground area.  For a moment she watched the children swingsets   
   > and clambering about the monkeybars.  Katya turned her gaze back across the   
   > park and her eyes rested on the path across the clearing, directly in front   
   > of her.  This path, she knew, led to the rickety stairway that descended to   
   > the wooded area, down to the creek bottoms and winding trails.  Where the   
   > restrooms were.   
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   >    Feeling an ache within her, Katya headed for the path.  She navigated   
   > the wobbly stairs without a problem and she soon was walking in the densely   
   > wooded forest.  In the clearing ahead, her heat skipped a beat when she saw   
   > a small, rustic looking building.  Her feet skipped up the steps and she   
   > opened the door to the familiar women's restroom.  She didn't enter right   
   > away, however, instead she stood in the entrance and peered in.   
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   >    In the daytime light, it looked a little different.  A skylight in the   
   > ceiling allowed a thin sliver of sun to enter, making the room seem   
   > slightly brighter.  Besides that the room appeared just as she had   
   > remembered it yesterday.  The sink, the mirror above it, a lone trash   
   > receptacle in the corner.  Katya stepped inside the restroom and closed the   
   > door behind her.  Examining the door, she was surprised to see that it had   
   > a bolt lock on it.  She could stay inside the restroom as long as she   
   > wanted and no one would disturb her.   
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   >    She chose not to lock the door this time and entered the stall instead.   
   > Looking behind the stall door, her eyes alighted on what had been occupying   
   > her thoughts all day.  The hole in the wall was still there.  She traced it   
   > with her finger, feeling the roughness of the thin wooden wall.  Gathering   
   > her courage, she knelt down and pressed her eye to the wall.   
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   >    It wasn't terribly exciting.  On the other side, she saw a stall much   
   > like the one she was in.  There was no one there, of course.  Katya stood   
   > up and closed her stall door.  Sitting down on the toilet, her thoughts   
   > once again returned to Uncle Kurt.   
   >   
   >    That first summer, she and Uncle Kurt played their games quite often,   
   > almost every day.  Once school started, Katya spent less and less time with   
   > him although they still played together from time to time.  Sometimes he   
   > would just lick her until the tingles became too much for her.  He always   
   > stopped when she asked him to.  Other times he would like back on his bed   
   > and she would rub his thing until the cream came out.  Katya always loved   
   > how Uncle Kurt would hold her and kiss her gently after she made his cream   
   > come out.   
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   >    When she turned ten, Uncle Kurt introduced new aspects to the game.   
   > Katya remembered very clearly the first time he took K-Y jelly and   
   > lubricated his pinkie finger.  He explained to her that he wanted to   
   > examine the inside of her.  Katya reclined in her bed and spread her legs   
   > as her uncle probed around her cunny until indeed his finger slipped inside   
   > of her.  Katya had touched herself there before and it felt nice to have   
   > her uncle do it to her.  Even his pinkie finger was rather large however   
   > and it felt like a very tight fit to have it inside her cunny.  He would   
   > then either stroke or lick her like usual with his finger inside her.  It   
   > felt strange, but Katya trusted her uncle and enjoyed it.  After all, it   
   > was strange that very first time he was licking her, wasn't it?   
   >   
   >    A few months after that, Uncle Kurt taught her more new things.  He   
   > began putting K-Y on his finger but instead of her cunny, he would insert   
   > his finger into her poophole.  That felt weird the first time, but Katya   
   > soon grew accustomed to it.  Uncle Kurt taught her to touch her cunny while   
   > his finger was inside her poophole.  After they were done playing, Uncle   
   > Kurt always reminded her to keep their games a secret.  She complied,   
   > although never questioning why.   
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   >    Daydreaming about all these thoughts in the restroom stall, Katya again   
   > felt an aching emptiness inside of her.  Her chest tightened and her   
   > breathing grew sharper as she realized how much she missed her uncle.  If   
   > only she could go home and he could greet her at the door like he used to!   
   > The first tear was about to brim over her eye, when she heard loud   
   > footsteps outside.   
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   >    The wall shook as she heard the door to the men's restroom slam shut.   
   > More footsteps followed and then stopped.  Katya heard the sound of someone   
   > peeing.  She listened as the steady stream slowed to a trickle and then to   
   > nothing.  Katya sniffled as a tear rolled down her cheek.  Unfortunately,   
   > her nose, runny from drying, made her sniffle loudly and a coughing fit   
   > ensued from the young girl.  Reaching for some toilet paper, she blew her   
   > nose.   
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   >    On the other side of the wall, Katya heard the stall door open.  She   
   > froze, feeling suddenly self-conscious.  And then it was as if yesterday   
   > was happening all over again.  She heard the sound of a zipper being   
   > undone. She heard footsteps on the other side and saw a flash of movement   
   > through the knothole near the stall door.  Watching it intently, she   
   > already knew what was going to happen next.   
   >   
   >    There it was, pushing through the hole in the wall.  Only this time, two   
   > things were different.  This time, the man's "thing" was a dark shade of   
   > chocolate brown.  It must belong to a black man, Katya thought.  And   
   > secondly, this man's thing was much more massive than the one yesterday, or   
   > even Uncle Kurt's.  It was the size of the twelve year old girl's forearm   
   > and almost just as long.  The dark purple tip jutted angrily from the rest   
      
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