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   > chapter two by Janus Copyright 2006   
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   >    After my success with the snake in the box trick, I was inspired to find   
   > other ways to secretly expose myself to little girls.  My next idea   
   > centered around the local outdoor market that was held each weekend.   
   > Farmers from all over the state would come to town each weekend morning to   
   > sell their home-grown fruits and vegetables.  The place was usually packed   
   > with people, lots of families and hence lots of little girls.   
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   >    My first point of business was to buy an old wheelchair at a garage   
   > sale. The wheelchair served two purposes: first, adults tend to get   
   > uncomfortable around people in wheelchairs.  For obvious reasons, no one   
   > ever stares at someone in a wheelchair.  It would provide perfect cover for   
   > not drawing undue attention to myself.  Secondly, people would feel sorry   
   > those bound to wheelchairs.  Whatever I was selling, I could probably count   
   > on getting some sympathy sales.   
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   >    It wasn't a hard choice to settle on selling bananas.  I just went to my   
   > local supermarket and bought several bunches.  Then I chose a nice and long   
   > banana, one that wasn't too curved.  I cut off the tip of the banana and   
   > threw it away.  Next, using a long teaspoon, I carefully scooped out the   
   > banana flesh until all I had was the banana skin.  I used a little lube to   
   > ease the way as I slid the banana skin over my cock like a condom.  It fit   
   > perfectly.   
   >   
   >    It was a funny sight, seeing that banana sticking straight out of my   
   > crotch.  I hoped some little girls would find it interesting too.   
   > Chuckling to myself, I took a shallow cardboard tray and cut a strategic   
   > hole in it.  Sitting down in the wheelchair, I positioned the tray in my   
   > lap and arranged the other bananas around my ace in the hole.   
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   >    It looked perfect.  To any passers-by, I appeared to be just some guy in   
   > a wheelchair, selling a tray of bananas in my lap.  I could hardly wait   
   > until the weekend to try out my new scheme.   
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   >    Imagine my disappointment when it rained heavily on Saturday morning.   
   > It was such a downpour that I knew the farmer's market would be called off.   
   > Sunday, however, turned out to be a gloriously sunny morning, complete with   
   > a warm breeze and deep blue sky.   
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   >    I hummed as I drove to the market, the tray of bananas jostling in the   
   > seat next to me.  I parked far away so I wouldn't be spotted unfolding the   
   > wheelchair from my trunk.  There was no one around so it was a snap to   
   > arrange myself and the bananas in the wheelchair.  Using some trusty K-Y   
   > lube, I stroked my cock to a semi-erect state before slipping on my banana   
   > skin condom.  Just in case I needed it again, I slipped the bottle of lube   
   > into my shirt pocket.   
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   >    My heart was racing as I wheeled closer and closer to the farmer's   
   > market.  I didn't realize what hard work it is to push myself in the   
   > wheelchair, particularly over the high curbs and cracked sidewalks.  I was   
   > quite sweaty and haggard by the time I reached the market.   
   >   
   >    I positioned myself on a curb that was bustling with people but not too   
   > busy.  As I suspected, most people glanced my way and quickly pretended to   
   > look away.  I made brief eye contact with several people who turned away,   
   > embarrassed.  Their discomfort was clear.  On the one hand, acknowledging   
   > my presence meant noticing I was in a wheelchair.  On the other hand,   
   > stopping to buy bananas might signal a sense of pity on me.  Who wants to   
   > take talk to a guy in a wheelchair, holding a cardboard sign that read   
   > "Bananas - 25 cents each"?   
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   >    Kids, that's who.  Kids at the farmer's market are never interested in   
   > the rhubarb, eggplants, exotic olives, or hardy perennials.  They want food   
   > that's familiar to them.  And young children had no qualms about   
   > approaching a person in a wheelchair either.   
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   >    "Mommy, can I have a banana?" a little girl asked.  I smiled at her.   
   > She was probably five or six, with long blond hair and cute dimples.  Had   
   > someone been watching carefully, they would have seen one of the bananas in   
   > my tray twitch.   
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   >    "Sure, honey," a woman said.  I watched as she turned to her daughter   
   > and then noticed me in my wheelchair.  "Oh, um... here you go sweetie," she   
   > said fumbling in her purse and handing her daughter a quarter.  "Why don't   
   > you just choose what you like?  I'll be over here looking at the heirloom   
   > tomatoes."   
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   >    The woman turned to a booth only a few feet away.  Her daughter stepped   
   > up close to my wheelchair and leaned in to examine the tray of bananas in   
   > my lap.  Her head was so close that I could smell the charming scent of her   
   > shampoo.  She was wearing a white long sleeve shirt under a simple red   
   > dress that dipped to the middle of her chest.  My heart was racing.   
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   >    "Mommy, which one should I get?" she called.   
   >   
   >    "Whichever, honey," her mom replied over her shoulder, not even   
   > bothering to make eye contact with us.  "Maybe a ripe one?"   
   >   
   >    "Okay," the little girl said.   
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   >    "You're such a pretty thing," I told her.  "What's your name?"   
   >   
   >    "Veronica," she said."   
   >   
   >    "Well, Veronica, let me tell you a secret," I said, lowering my voice.   
   > "You can tell which bananas will be ripe and sweet by squeezing them.  Did   
   > you know that?"   
   >   
   >    "No," Veronica replied.   
   >   
   >    "It's true," I continued.  "You want one that's not too hard but not too   
   > soft either.  Why don't you try it?"   
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   >    "Okay," Veronica said gamely.  The little girl reached into the tray and   
   > began tentatively squeezing the bananas.  My heart beat faster and faster   
   > as she neared the center of the tray where `my' banana was waiting.   
   > Finally, her small hands groped my disguised cock.   
   >   
   >    I was in heaven.  Only the banana skin separated Veronica's hands from   
   > my hard and pulsating cock.  She gave the banana a few squeezes, making my   
   > cock ache with pleasure.  She could tell something was up though.  I saw a   
   > look of consternation on her face.   
   >   
   >    "This one feels different," she told me.   
   >   
   >    "Do you think it's ripe?" I suggested.  "Why don't you try squeezing it   
   > some more?"   
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   >    Veronica gave my banana a few more squeezes.  I glanced around but no   
   > one was paying any attention to us.  "It feels funny," she announced.   
   > "It's soft but not really.  It's kind of hard at the same time."   
   >   
   >    I wasn't really prepared for what happened next.  Veronica kept groping   
   > the banana, sending delightful sensations throughout my body.  I was so   
   > turned on by the thought of this six year old unknowingly handling my cock   
   > that I wasn't able to stop her from trying to actually PICK UP the banana.   
      
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