From: PreteenLover@MailAndNews.com   
      
   Story: Stick Lady   
      
       Trisha Nelson was actually a rather pretty child if one were to take the   
   time to look closely.   
      
       Trisha had sparkling blue eyes, high cheekbones, a pretty nose and   
   sultry mouth.  She kept her auburn red hair cut boyishly short and above   
   her ears with straight bangs.   
      
       In fact, it was her somewhat boyish appearance that was might have been   
   responsible for Trisha's becoming experienced well beyond her years at the   
   tender age of twelve.   
      
       Trisha had always worn her hair shorter than most of her friends, but   
   that wasn't her biggest problem.  The one aspect of her life that was the   
   most difficult for Trisha was that while the majority of her girl friends   
   began to develop those enticing curves of womanhood, Trisha's body refused   
   to budge.  Her reasonably happy childhood swiftly evolved into a hellish   
   adolescence as she watched other girls her age mature into attractive young   
   women.  Their hips started to spread and their budding breasts started to   
   press against the insides of their blouses.  Trisha's anatomy, on the other   
   hand, seemed to have stalled somewhere around age nine.  To her dismay,   
   Trisha's hips remained narrower than her shoulders, and while the mothers   
   of most of her friends were buying their daughters training bras, poor   
   Trisha's chest stayed as flat as the surface of a billiard table.  As she   
   grew taller, her physique became even more lanky and angular rather than   
   sleek and flowing like the other girls.   
      
       To make matters worse, there was a group of self-absorbed young ladies   
   in Trisha's school who seemed to delight in tormenting the unhappy girl.   
   In fact, the three girls made Trisha's sixth and seventh grade years a   
   living hell.  They teased her unmercifully, calling her names like "Tomboy"   
   and "Stick Lady".  They taunted her often, saying that she would never have   
   a boyfriend, because 'boys weren't attracted to boys'.   
      
       What's sad is that to a degree, they were correct.  As young ladies near   
   their teenage years, they become competitive and even ruthless as they   
   instinctively seek to position themselves for pairing.  With so many   
   curvaceous bodies to choose from, it was doubtful that many boys would be   
   interested in a tall, skinny little girl who looked like a little boy.   
      
       By the time Trisha reached middle school, her more physically desirable   
   acquaintances had managed to erode away her sense of self-worth almost   
   entirely.  Trisha's lack of self-esteem was conspicuously personified by   
   her extreme shyness, and as a result, although she had a pleasant   
   personality, Trisha had few friends.  At school she kept mostly to herself   
   in an effort to avoid the fiendish group of girls who constantly teased and   
   belittled her.  She was never seen associating with other students her age   
   on a social basis.  Trisha did not involve herself in school sports or   
   other extracurricular activities, and she did not date.  In short, Trisha   
   Nelson was a loner.   
      
       Although her recluse behavior tended to alienate Trisha from her peers   
   at school, it made the young girl an attractive target for the more   
   nefarious groups of young people in town.  "Gang Bangers", they were   
   called, and their ranks consisted of young men and women of all ages.   
   Within these gangs lurked individuals who were constantly on the lookout   
   for young ladies just like Trisha; fresh, innocent, unworldly and starved   
   for affection.   
      
       One such individual was named Jonathon Beasley.  Jonathon was   
   twenty-four years old, easily making him the oldest member of the gang by   
   several years.  Jonathan enjoyed a position of power and authority in the   
   reasonably large group of misguided young people who's ranks totaled nearly   
   fifty.  Jonathon Beasley was what one might call ruggedly handsome.  He had   
   curly blond hair, a strong jaw and cool grey eyes.  Jonathon stood six feet   
   tall and had a muscular build with broad shoulders and narrow hips.  He was   
   very charismatic and had a commanding presence.   
      
       The majority of the members of the "Zippers", as the gang called   
   themselves, were male, but over the past ten months or so, a considerable   
   number of young ladies had joined up as well.  Most had been personally   
   recruited by Jonathon Beasley, the girls easily falling prey to his   
   personal magnetism and alluring good looks.  To a one, the girls were young   
   and impressionable, most being in their early to middle teenage years.   
   Since they were at that age where their raging hormones and innate   
   curiosity frequently overpowered their better judgement, Jonathon had   
   little trouble coaxing the young ladies into his bed, and often more than   
   one at a time.  In fact, at the time of this writing, Jonathon Beasley had   
   amassed what amounted to a harem of sixteen girls, the oldest of whom had   
   only recently turned eighteen and the youngest, just fourteen.   
      
       Although Jonathon enjoyed a sex life that would rival the most   
   provocative fantasies of most men, he was possessed of a virtually   
   insatiable appetite and was always on the prowl for "fresh material".   
   Jonathon had recently discovered that he had a taste for innocence, and as   
   a result, he'd taken to patrolling the middle schools as well as the high   
   schools.   
      
       One afternoon, as Beasley sat parked in his dark blue Miata across the   
   street from the Anderson Middle School, he observed a gaggle of vivacious   
   young ladies exit the main building and descend the front steps.  They were   
   involved in what appeared to be the animated heckling of a slim, gangly   
   student whom they had surrounded.  At first, Jonathon couldn't tell if the   
   target of their ridicule was male or female.  The thin youngster had short   
   reddish hair with straight bangs and moved with decided ungainliness and   
   lack of grace.  Then as the group stepped onto the broad sidewalk in front   
   of the school, Jonathon recognized some distinctly feminine traits about   
   the gangling youngster.  The way she clutched her books to her chest, for   
   example, was a dead giveaway.   
      
       Then as if to confirm that which Jonathon had already deduced, one   
   pretty young blond girl in the pack cried out several times tauntingly,   
   "Stick lady...stick lady...stick lady!"   
      
       Even from across the street, Jonathon could see the color rise in the   
   face of the slim red haired girl, and as Trisha struggled to break through   
   the ranks of her fellow students, she had no idea that her days as an   
   unwanted outcast were about to end.   
      
       For a few weeks, Jonathon Beasley frequented the neighborhood of the   
   Anderson Middle School in order to determine the pattern of the comings and   
   goings of what he hoped would be the newest addition to his group of young   
   companions.  He was very cautious not to draw attention to himself and   
   possibly arouse suspicion as he observed the young girl.   
      
      
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