From: PreteenLover@MailAndNews.com   
      
   Story: Sleepover   
      
   I stood underneath a eucalyptus tree during autumn. It was a cloudy and   
   foggy day. Yellow leaves rained down, covering the ground up to my   
   shins. Lily stood underneath the tree. She wore a white dress and had   
   angel wings on her back. She went up to me and asked, “Sir, do you have   
   any milk?” I kneeled down till my eyes were level with hers. I   
   unbuttoned my shirt and squeezed my breasts. Milk started squirting from   
   my nipples. Lily opened her mouth up wide.   
      
   Suddenly, my head felt a flash of pain. I fell to the ground in a daze.   
   When I kneeled back up, I saw Mark. He had unzipped his pants in front   
   of Lily.   
      
   “Would you like my milk instead, little girl?” he asked. Lily looked   
   curiously at Mark as he took off his pants in front of her.   
      
   “No!” I cried. “Don’t take his milk!” I lunged forward but Mark’s   
   friends grabbed me from behind.   
      
   I was too late. Lily’s face started to decay. Her mouth started to   
   decompose. Her neck and subsequently her whole body rotted and imploded   
   with maggots.   
      
   I woke up and found myself in bed. It was Monday morning. Since it was   
   Labour Day, I didn’t have to go to school. I sat on my bed and thought   
   about my nightmare.   
      
   My mind started to drift towards Lily. I reached under my pocket and   
   pulled out Lily’s panties. I almost forgot I had them. I swiped them the   
   last time I saw her. My fingers felt the panties in my hands and felt   
   its texture. They had pink flowers on them. They were worn; I could tell   
   because at the front the material was slightly coarse. There were bits   
   of powder around the front—probably dead skin cells. The panties were   
   drenched in a unique smell. I wrapped the panties around my nose and   
   breathed in her warm girly scent.   
      
   I closed my eyes and could see upon the pitch-blackness underneath my   
   eyelids a vibrant burst of colours, almost as if rainbows were exploding   
   in my mind. It was psychologically satisfying to have remnants of her in   
   me. These exploding colours in my mind were later replaced with an image   
   of Lily. She was naked, running around in a church garden under the   
   sunlight. She was running in slow motion. She was smiling.   
      
   “Keith, what are you doing?”   
      
   I opened my eyes and saw my dad standing near the bedroom door. I had   
   Lily’s underwear wrapped all over my face.   
      
   “What have you got there?” He walked towards me.   
      
   I quickly brought the panties down and stuffed them under the blankets.   
   “They’re my undies,” I said. “I was just seeing if they were dirty   
   enough for the washing machine.”   
      
   Dad nodded cautiously. I’m not sure if he believed my lie. “Alright,   
   well, hurry downstairs. Your mum’s made breakfast.”   
      
   When Dad went back out, I hid Lily’s panties under the bed and got   
   changed from my pyjamas. I wore a grey t-shirt. Mum waited for me in the   
   kitchen. She cooked pancakes for breakfast.   
      
   “Guess what happened,” said my mum.   
      
   “What happened?”   
      
   “Nancy went around the neighbourhood telling everyone how much of a   
   great babysitter you were and today another family wants you to babysit   
   their son.”   
      
   “Where is this new family?”   
      
   “Not far from here.” Mum served me the pancakes. “Two blocks away from   
   our house…next door to Nancy’s house. They’re the Wozza family. You’ll   
   be babysitting a nine-year-old boy named Edward.”   
      
   Eddie! He was the stalker who spied on Lily. I couldn’t wait to meet   
   this boy. I could teach him a lesson for spying on Lily. I thought about   
   it for a while. How was what Eddie did different to what I’ve been   
   doing? I spied on Lily all the time. The only difference is that Lily   
   never caught me spying on her.   
      
   “Eddie’s father is in a wheelchair,” said Mum. “He’s going to the   
   hospital today to try out prosthetic limbs.”   
      
   “Is there a mother?”   
      
   “No mother. She was killed in the car accident. The father was lucky to   
   survive, although that’s how he lost his legs.”   
      
   “How does that father take care of Eddie without any legs?”   
      
   “I have no idea,” said Mum. “It must be hard. I’m told he lost his job   
   after the accident and is now on welfare. He hardly gets any money from   
   the government. It’s definitely not enough to bring up a child.”   
      
   “What time should I be there?”   
      
   “As soon as possible. Go there as soon as you finish breakfast.”   
      
   I finished my pancakes, washed my face, and walked out of the house. The   
   Wozza household was just as I recalled. It was a two-story house with   
   red brick walls. The garden seemed dehydrated. The father obviously   
   didn’t do a good job watering the plants. Even the grass was turning   
   brown. The whole front yard was plain and colourless. I walked to the   
   front door and knocked twice.   
      
   A middle-aged bearded man in a wheelchair greeted me. It wasn’t easy to   
   keep my eyes away from the man’s lack of legs. All that remained were   
   two fleshy cones that protruded from his body. The man didn’t bother   
   covering up the amputated legs with casts or anything.   
      
   “You must be Keith Long,” said the man. “My son’s upstairs in his room.   
   I’ll be back in the afternoon.” A taxi pulled up near the curb a moment   
   later. The father wheeled himself towards the taxi.   
      
   I closed the front door and walked along a narrow corridor leading to   
   the living room at the back of the house. The living room had one   
   television and a small sofa. There was virtually nothing else in the   
   room apart from junk on the floor like newspapers and beer bottles.   
      
   I climbed upstairs and entered what I thought was Eddie’s room. The room   
   was about the same size as Lily’s—three metres in height, width, and   
   length. The room was a perfect cube. It had nothing but a bed, a window   
   looking out to the Jenkins household, a stack of magazines, and a   
   desktop computer. There was no television, and the desktop computer   
   looked really old. From what I’ve seen, this was a family living near   
   poverty.   
      
   A small blonde-haired boy sat on the bed and stared at me. Below the   
   neck his physical form was similar to those of girls his age. It’s   
   during puberty that males and females develop significantly different   
   bodies. The boy wore a black t-shirt.   
      
   “Hi, I’m Keith, your babysitter.”   
      
   “I’m Eddie Wosnitsuj.”   
      
   “Wosnitsuj?”   
      
   “Yeah…or Wozza.” Eddie didn’t smile. His voice had a gloomy consistency.   
      
   “Oh, I see.” I walked over to the stack of magazines on one corner of   
   the room. Surprisingly, they were pornographic magazines. “Your dad   
   allows you to read these magazines, Eddie?” I picked up a Playboy and   
   flicked through the colourful pictures.   
      
   “Dad doesn’t know I have them,” said Eddie. “He can’t come upstairs.   
   He’s got no legs. He doesn’t know what I do.”   
      
   “Where did you get these magazines from?”   
      
   “A friend from school.”   
      
   “Which school do you go to?”   
      
   “St Leonard’s.”   
      
   “That’s where I go.”   
      
   “I know,” said the kid. “I’ve seen you before.”   
      
   I picked up another magazine and browsed through it. The types of images   
      
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