From: bobandcarole@aol.com   
      
   Story: Lethal Lolita   
      
                                     by Leslie Schimdt   
      
   This story is entirely fictitious. The names are made   
   up the characters do not represent any person I   
   have ever met or have ever heard of. The events   
   are entirely fantasy and any similarity to actual   
   happenings is entirely coincidental and unintentional.   
      
      
   Chapter One   
      
      
   "What is patient-doctor privilege?"   
      
   I had never been asked that question before by one   
   of my patients. "Well, it means that anything you tell   
   me I must keep a secret. I can't tell anyone what   
   you say if you don't want me to."   
      
   "Not even the police?"   
      
   "That depends. I can't tell the police anything that   
   you have done, but if your planning to break the law,   
   and you tell me beforehand, then I may have to tell   
   them in order to keep someone from getting hurt."   
      
   "What about my mommy?"   
      
   "I told you before; I won't tell her anything you   
   don't want me to." I took off my glasses. "Now,   
   where did you hear about patient-doctor privilege?"   
      
   "I was reading about it on the internet," she said.   
   "Anyway, you can't tell anything I say. All I have to   
   do is tell someone about what we did and you'd be   
   in big trouble."   
      
   My head started to swim. I had never anticipated   
   being blackmailed by a ten-year-old. Then again,   
   she wasn't asking for anything-yet.   
      
   "So, what do you want me to keep secret?"   
      
   Suddenly her expression changed, she changed   
   from the pensive, innocent girl to the troubled a   
   young lady. Her face darkened and she seemed to   
   become detached from her surroundings.   
      
   "Last night, I killed someone."   
      
   The blood ran to my feet. I was speechless for a   
   few moments. Something about her look told me   
   she wasn't lying.   
      
   "He was the third man I've killed."   
      
   "Do you want to tell me?" I asked.   
      
   "He was a policeman."   
      
   Now I felt faint, the lead story that morning had   
   been about the shooting of a cop in an empty office   
   building. Then I realized that she had probably   
   heard the story too and was projecting herself into it.   
   Megan had never seemed to have too great an   
   imagination, but all children her age fantasize and   
   sometimes they imagine themselves in events they   
   hear about. I regained some of my composure.   
      
   "Tell me about it."   
      
   "No, not now."   
      
   "Well, you look like you need to talk about it,   
   otherwise you wouldn't have brought it up. I'll bet   
   you're pretty upset about it."   
      
   Suddenly she started talking, as if flood gates had   
   opened, there was a torrent of words.   
      
   "Ya know. The first guy was a jerk. He took me to   
   his apartment so we could fuck, ya know. He runs   
   a gallery my mother buys for. He had been making   
   eyes at me whenever I was over there. A couple of   
   times he brushed up against me with his dick. Once,   
   he came up behind me and put his hands on my   
   shoulders and pushed his dick against my back. I   
   could feel that his dick was hard. Then he put his   
   hands down my top and felt my nipples. His hands   
   were cool and he rubbed them softly-it felt pretty   
   good-so I leaned back against him. He asked me   
   if I wanted to go out with him after the gallery   
   closed. I turned around and ran my hand up and   
   down his dick through his pants and said 'sure'.   
      
   "Later Mom told me that she had another business   
   dinner that night and she had arranged for Mr.   
   Robson, I called him Jerry, to watch me. I said OK.   
      
   "We ate at a deli near his studio, then took a cab to   
   his building. As soon as we were inside he turned it   
   on, ya know, romantic music, candle light, wine.   
      
   She stopped talking for a moment, deep in thought.   
   I had suspected that her mother had been using her   
   for business favors, not an uncommon thing in some   
   circles. I also understood my role. Megan's mother   
   is a top art dealer in the city, a real power in local   
   social events. However, her father is someone I   
   couldn't come up against. It is an open secret that   
   he is a top member of the local syndicate-numbers,   
   gambling, prostitution, even a behind-the-scenes   
   boss in the local labor unions. Lately, that had taken   
   the form of immigrant smuggling and, as a result, he   
   was also becoming part of the Russian and   
   Ukrainian Mafia. I knew that the only w I could   
   help her was to build enough strength within Megan   
   that she would be able to say "No" when she   
   wanted to. There was no way I could go to the   
   authorities-not and live to tell about it. Help her to   
   learn the ins and outs (so to speak) of sexual   
   politics.   
      
   "You must have liked all that attention from him," I   
   said.   
      
   "Oh, ya. He seemed real sweet. We kissed some   
   and drank some wine. It was warm and the   
   windows were open, the wind blew the drapes   
   around.   
      
   "I began to think that something was kind of strange   
   when he wouldn't rub me, ya know, rub my pussy.   
   I took his hand and put it there a couple of times,   
   but he pulled it away. He asked me to suck his   
   cock, so I did. By now, he was naked but I was   
   still wearing my pants. He was on his knees and I   
   was sitting in front of him. I was really looking   
   forward to fucking him because he had a really nice   
   cock. It was kind of long but thin and very smooth.   
   I thought it would feel real good sliding in and out of   
   me.   
      
   "After just a couple of minutes, he came. He held   
   my head so I couldn't have pulled away if I wanted   
   to, but I didn't mind. I sucked and swallowed and   
   he seemed to like it.   
      
   "Then he got up and left me sitting there. He went   
   and turned on the TV, without saying a word to me.   
   It kind of pissed me off. All he wanted was a blow   
   job and he didn't even try to make me come.   
      
   "We sat and watched TV for a little while. I was   
   really horny so I started rubbing his dick again and   
   he started to get hard.   
      
   "He took me into the bedroom and we lay down.   
   We hugged and kissed some more and he wanted   
   me to suck his dick some more but not make him   
   come. I guessed that he was saving some for my   
   pussy.   
      
   "I was lying on my stomach with him on top of me.   
   He was humping my ass through my pants when I   
   asked him to take my pants off. He lifted up and   
   pulled them down, I was still on my belly. When he   
   had them off, I rolled over and spread my legs, I   
   know that this view really turns you guys on, it sure   
   did you.   
      
   "That's when I started to get scared. He looked at   
   me, at my pussy, and got a really weird look on his   
   face, kind of angry. He pulled me up in front of him   
   and pushed my face against his cock. He held my   
   head and really pounded into my mouth and it hurt   
   the back of my throat and I gagged. I had to push   
   him away.   
      
   "That's when he told me he wanted to fuck me in   
   the ass. I said no, I didn't want to. I was getting   
   pretty pissed off and I was about the grab my   
   clothes and leave. I started to get off the bed and he   
   grabbed me and slapped me. I struggled with him,   
   but he choked me and said he'd kill me if I didn't   
   let him. My lip was bleeding, I knew he meant it.   
      
   "Then he threw me down on the bed and pulled my   
      
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