From: OneSickPuppy@HotMail.com   
      
   Story: An Evening with Cindi   
      
     by - The StoryMaster   
      
       She was charming.  She was blond.  She was quite precocious.  She was as   
   lovely as a ten year old girl could possibly be.  If pressed, however, she   
   would quickly inform you that "she was almost eleven!"   
      
       Earlier in the evening, Ted had managed to take a seat innocently beside   
   the beautiful young girl, and for several minutes while he pretended to   
   take interest in her childish chatter, Ted inhaled deep, titillating drafts   
   of the sweet, coquettish scent of her youth.   
      
       His own daughter, Melissa was already slumbering peacefully at the   
   opposite end of the sofa, so Ted took the opportunity to once again slide   
   closer to the lovely blond girl.  As the Rohypnol gradually took effect,   
   and she became increasingly drowsy, Ted allowed her to fall softly against   
   his shoulder.  Then ever so slowly, he extended his right arm around her   
   narrow shoulders.  He was giddy with excitement as he gently pulled her   
   small body closer still.  She was so very warm.  Her long, shining, light   
   blond hair was exquisitely soft, and Ted carefully nuzzled his nose and   
   lips into those silken locks until his senses reeled from her intoxicating   
   bouquet.  Like a summer afternoon just after a cleansing rainfall, and just   
   beneath the surface the barely detectable fragrance of bubble gum.   
      
       As he cuddled the enchanting child against his chest, she stirred   
   suddenly.  Glancing down at the little girl in his arms, Ted noticed that   
   she wore an expression of of mild concern upon her angelic face.  Her   
   normally clear, blue eyes were hazy and distant, but her expression made it   
   clear that somewhere deep within her consciousness, the little ten year old   
   must have thought it strange that a grown man, was showing her such   
   affection.  She blinked up at him once or twice through heavy eye lids, and   
   Ted smiled warmly, knowing that even as she gazed up at him, her   
   instinctive "alarm bells" were being efficiently attenuated by the powerful   
   tranquilizing drug he'd administered both to her and to his daughter in   
   cups of hot cocoa.  Then just before her muzzy blue eyes closed for the   
   last time, and she swooned in his arms, Ted leaned down and kissed the   
   precious child full on the lips.  He felt her lithe body grow tense and her   
   small hands clutch weakly at his shirt, as he extended the tip of his   
   tongue between her marvelously soft lips and smooth white teeth.  The young   
   beauty knew that something was very wrong, but before she could react, the   
   drug took her.  She struggled only briefly, pushing ineffectually against   
   his body with her hands in an effort to fend him off, before slipping into   
   unconsciousness.   
      
       Ted continued to kiss the little beauty for several minutes after she   
   swooned, relishing the thought that his was the first exploration of her   
   delightful mouth.  The taste of her was indescribable; the fresh nectar of   
   youth.  She no longer resisted him.  Once he felt her fingers close on his   
   arm, but it was a purely reflex reaction.  Ted gently kissed her cheeks and   
   chin, her forehead and eyelids and slender neck.   
      
       Her name was Cindi Hillman, and as mentioned earlier, Cindi was ten   
   years and ten months old.  She was one of the prettiest little girls in her   
   middle-school and had only recently started to pal around with Ted's   
   daughter, Melissa.  Ted hadn't met either of the girl's parents, although   
   he figured that Mrs.  Hillman had to be an attractive woman, to have   
   parented such a miraculous child.   
      
       Cindi stood about four and a half feet tall and weighed perhaps   
   eighty-five pounds.  The little girl was blessed with the face of an angel.   
   She had huge, dark blue eyes, a small, pouty mouth and perfect pink lips.   
   Cindi's complexion was clear and flawless with a light sprinkling of tiny   
   freckles across the bridge of her pretty nose.  Her nubile figure was slim   
   and strong and was already developing those fascinating curves of a more   
   mature young lady.  The one exception to her budding physique, and one that   
   Ted found enormously attractive, was the fact that like many ten year old   
   girls, Cindi's chest was completely flat.   
      
       Ted had taken the time these last few weeks while he prepared for their   
   "special evening", to study young Cindi carefully.  He'd seen her in a   
   bathing suit a time or two and had noted that there wasn't the slightest   
   rise in the tight Lycra covering her chest.  Another thing that Ted noticed   
   that same day was the enticing outline of her blooming womanhood between   
   slender, shapely thighs.  Based upon her fine, blond hair, pale skin and   
   blue eyes and the fact that her arms were practically devoid of hair, Ted   
   doubted very seriously if Cindi Hillman had begun to grow pubic hair yet,   
   other than perhaps a delightful wisp.  Very soon, Ted would know for   
   certain.  Soon all of his dreams and desires would be fulfilled.  Soon he   
   would know Miss Cindi Hillman intimately.   
      
       Ted was no stranger to girls Cindi's age.  In addition to his ongoing   
   relationship with his daughter, Melissa, Ted had, over the past couple of   
   years, managed to spend "quality time" with three of his daughter's young   
   friends.  Cindi would be his forth.  Ted had no idea where or when his   
   predilection for young girls originated, and to tell the truth, he didn't   
   really care.  As far as he was concerned, there was absolutely nothing   
   wrong with introducing a young lady to the mysteries of her own body.   
      
       Ted was also blessed with a distinct gift.  For some unexplainable   
   reason, adolescent girls were strangely attracted to him.  It was like   
   magnetism.  Young girls trusted him, and would usually do as he asked,   
   within reason, of course.  In fact, two of his most recent relationships   
   were of a completely consensual nature.   
      
       He and his eleven year old daughter, Melissa regularly enjoyed each   
   others' company and had been doing so since she was very young.  Then   
   following his wife's untimely death a year ago, Ted and Melissa had become   
   even closer.  In order to avoid criticism by less open minded individuals,   
   father and daughter maintained separate bedrooms, but on most any given   
   night, you will find young Melissa curled up in her Daddy's bed.   
      
       Recently, one of his young partners, a sweet child by the name of Mindy   
   Johnson, had become the target of his daughter's jealousy, and conditions   
   in Ted's household had deteriorated rapidly as a result.  There are few   
   things on this Earth more punishing than the vengeful wrath of a resentful   
   young girl.  Ted faced a very real dilemma.  On the one hand, he didn't   
   wish to alienate his daughter.  They'd spent too many wonderful hours   
   together.  But conversely, young Mindy Johnson willingly did things for him   
      
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