From: man.simple@hotmail.com   
      
   The Doll and the Leg (Mg, cons, rom, humor)   
   By Simple Man   
      
      
      
   I'm sitting here reading my e-mail and answering those that deserve an   
   answer.  Already had a couple of beers and was just enjoying myself.   
   That   
   did not last long, because there was a knock on the door.  Now before we   
   go   
   any further, I live in a 16 unit apartment complex in a one bedroom   
   unit.   
   Its home and I like it.  I fixed it up real nice because I make good   
   money   
   so I have nearly everything I need.  What I don't have is friends or   
   people   
   who call me in any way, I just have e-mail.  So, the knock on the door   
   was   
   both disturbing and a surprise.  I looked through the door peephole and   
   saw   
   nothing but what was usual, nothing.  But the knock came again.  I   
   slowly   
   opened the door and there she was holding the screen door open so she   
   could   
   knock.   
      
      
      
   "Do you like little girls?" she asked.   
      
      
      
   Red hair flowed across the nape of her neck and fell like goblins across   
   her   
   white shoulders and back.  My first impression was that she was really   
   pretty and there was a lot of skin to see.  She was not more than about   
   three feet tall and she was obviously waiting for an answer.   
      
      
      
   "Why, yes I do!" I responded.   
      
      
      
   The smile that grew on her face was pretty much priceless.  Of course I   
   stood there wondering what this intrusion was all about.  What is this,   
   Girl   
   Scout Cookies?  That's not bad, I like the mint ones.  No, no cookies!   
      
      
      
   "Can I come in?" was her next request.   
      
      
      
   The doll she had in her tow was well worn and missing one leg which she   
   clutched in her left hand, a lone doll leg.  It was not much of a doll   
   either, it was stuffed and rag quality.  She hung onto the doll with one   
   hand, it dangled by its arm, a nearly faceless entity.   
      
      
      
   "Well, ok, sure come on in!" I was still unsure about this intrusion.   
      
      
      
   Then there was that funny smell, not bad funny, sweet and fresh funny.   
   I   
   thought about my beer getting warm.  She walked in past the door and   
   into my   
   living room and plopped down on my couch.  I cringed, nobody has ever   
   sat on   
   that couch, it's sort of for looks because I don't want it all lumpy and   
   dirty.  But there she was sitting on it with all of that red hair and   
   skin.   
   I began thinking about bugs, infestation and the like.   
      
      
      
   "You sure you like little girls?" she queried.   
      
      
      
   Why do I get into situations like this where I am repeatedly ask the   
   same   
   questions and by this, this bug.  I tried to move closer to my beer but   
   she   
   spoke again.   
      
      
      
   "Can you fix my doll?" she held out the leg and the doll for me to see   
   her   
   dilemma was real.   
      
      
      
   I took a good look at her, what maybe 5 or 6 years old?  Pretty as all   
   get   
   out and me, a sucker for redheads at any age.  I started to melt, my   
   resolve   
   fading as my beer got warmer and more distant.   
      
      
      
   "Sure honey, I can try and fix it, but why not let your mommy do it?"   
   her   
   smile washed off her face like I had said something wrong.   
      
      
      
   "My mommy don't fix things, she only drinks."   
      
      
      
   Suddenly my beer that was getting warm didn't mean anything anymore.  I   
   wanted to ask for more information, but she was so small and I thought   
   helpless, I didn't ask.  On the other hand, what do I know about little   
   girls?  Nothing.  I made the mistake of dropping down to my knees, and   
   she   
   came off my couch like a rocket into my arms as if my kneeling was a   
   sign   
   that I wanted her.  Little arms went around my neck and a little head   
   nestled against my shoulder.  Then the wretched sobbing began.   
      
      
      
   "I got nowhere to go and I can't go home cause mommy's bad today."   
      
      
      
   I let her sob it all out, rubbing the bare skin on her back and thinking   
   how   
   absolutely soft she was.  Soon her head lifted from my shoulder and she   
   was   
   face to face with me about a half inch away.  Her eyes searched mine and   
   I   
   kissed her right on her lips.  It was a long kiss by any standard, and   
   if I   
   had not known better, it was passionate.   
      
      
      
   "Can you fix my doll?" she spoke and then kissed me with everything she   
   had,   
   hungry for acceptance, love and caring, and the repair of her doll.   
      
      
      
   Well, just how often do you get kissed like that from a little girl?   
   Try   
   never!  Fact was her mother was probably a drunk and could not take care   
   of   
   her little girl, so the little girl came to me.  I stroked her long hair   
   and   
   she didn't mind me feeling to see if she was alright.  But the looks in   
   her   
   eyes as I did that were clearly the bedroom type, and I would not have   
   thought that look could come from one so young.   
      
      
      
   "Can I stay with you?  I won't be no trouble, honest!" she pleaded.   
      
      
      
   Her lips were small, warm and decidedly sweet but it was her little   
   tongue   
   that got to me, where in the world had she learned to French kiss?  The   
   thought crossed my mind as she cuddled closer becoming one with me.   
      
      
      
   "Are you hungry?" I asked.   
      
      
      
   All she did was nod her head as the sun was setting for the night.  I   
   turned   
   on a lamp and told her I would fix something for us to eat.  With that   
   she   
   came alive and wanted to help, literally hopping up and down.  I was   
   growing   
   fond of her and I think she knew it.   
      
      
      
   "I'm supposed to take a bath after dinner and get ready for bed, but I   
   don't   
   got no clothes for bed.  You got some clothes?"   
      
      
      
   Somehow with all that jumping around she was in my arms again and my   
   hand   
   ended up on her soft little butt.   
      
      
      
   . "Its ok, you can touch me if you want, you know, down there.  But   
   first   
   can you fix my doll?"   
      
      
      
   Man, the doll was the furthest thing on my mind right now.   
      
      
      
   Here was this little girl with blue skin-tight very short shorts and a   
   frilly sleeveless white top that was at least a size too small for her   
   and   
   left half of her chest and abdomen fully exposed.  The crease of her sex   
   was   
   as prominent as it could be, and the entire outfit was completely   
   feminine.   
   Her legs were shapely and void of any bruises or marks save for a few   
   freckles.  Her butt cheeks were half exposed and fully round and   
   sensuous.   
      
      
      
   I caressed her soft butt and let my fingers brush over her covered mound   
   that marked her as a girl.  She gave out with a small, barely   
   discernable,   
   sound that was both pleasant and excited.  She neither moved nor   
   resisted me   
   in any way and when I looked at her she was smiling.   
      
      
      
   My God, I had felt her up and whether she liked it or not I was scared   
   shitless, you go to prison for a lot less.  Sensing I was alarmed she   
   planted her lips on mine again and kissed me like a long lost lover.  I   
   picked her up in my arms and hugged her until she squirmed to be let   
   down.   
   I placed her sitting on the kitchen counter and stroked her soft legs as   
   I   
   removed my hands from her.   
      
      
      
   "Will you take off my shoes?" she asked.   
      
      
      
   I complied noting that she wore no socks and the shoes, a pair of cheap   
   ones   
   at that, looked too small for her.   
      
      
      
   "Rub my feet?" she cooed.   
      
      
      
      
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