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   Simple Man wrote:   
   > The Doll and the Leg (Mg, cons, rom, humor)   
   > By Simple Man   
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   > 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   
      
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