From: PreteenLover@MailAndNews.com   
      
   Story: Katya's New Glory 1 of 2   
      
      
      
     Written by Janus Copyright 2003   
      
      
      
      
       Katya ran quickly along the paved path that winded through Minnehaha   
   Park.  Tears streamed down the twelve year old girl's face as silent sobs   
   wracked her body.  Running almost blindly in the darkening dusk hours, her   
   eyes saw the shape of a small structure in the clearing ahead.  In the dim   
   light she made out the word "Women" on a door.  She went inside.   
      
       The restroom was rather small but clean.  A weak lightbulb lit the room   
   in a hazy, incandescent glow.  A large mirror reflected back at her above   
   the sink and a single stall was on the right side of the room, as well as a   
   diaper changing station attached to the wall.  Katya studied herself in the   
   mirror.  Her long, brown hair hung to the middle of her back, pushed away   
   from her forehead by a bright red bandana.  Her eyes were a dark slate blue   
   although they were red from crying.   
      
       She turned on the sink to wash her face.  Today the coldness and cruelty   
   of the world seemed unbearable.  She had been playing in the park, swinging   
   by herself when a group of girls from her school came by.  They called her   
   names.  Mean names.   
      
       "Slut!" one of the girls yelled at her.  Surprised, Katya looked up from   
   her half-hearted swinging.  There was a group of about five or six of them.   
      
      
       "Katya is a skanky ho!" another one called.  "She's a dirty cocksucker!"   
      
       "She fucks older men for money!  She's a fucking whore!"   
      
       "Dick breath!"   
      
       "Stupid bitch!"   
      
       It was too much for her at that point.  Katya ran off into the wooded   
   area, onto the many paths winding through the park.  She hated those girls,   
   the one who thought they were better than her, better than everyone else in   
   the school.  It wasn't the first time they made fun of her, but it was the   
   first time they had called her such malicious names to her face.   
      
       There had been rumors before that though.  People snickering at her,   
   talking about her behind her back.  Stories spread about Katya.  They   
   talked about what a slut she was and how she was sleeping with homeless men   
   and drug addicts.  Boys leered at her in the hallways at school and girls   
   made obscene bobbing motions with their heads when she wasn't looking.   
      
       Katya felt a lump swell up within her throat.  Tears brimmed in her eyes   
   again.  It wasn't her fault.  She didn't know how the gossip got started.   
   But what hurt most was that the rumors weren't all that far off the mark.   
      
       The sobs came again.  Katya thought her Uncle Kurt.  She thought about   
   the things they had done together.   
      
       It all started innocently enough.  Uncle Kurt was unemployed so he came   
   to live with his brother, Katya's father three years ago.  Katya was nine   
   at the time and it was summer vacation and Kurt volunteered to watch her   
   during the day since both her parents worked.  It seemed like a splendid   
   idea at the time.  Katya and Uncle Kurt had gotten along well in the past.   
   She knew him since before she could remember and he was always nice to her,   
   bringing her presents.  Even when it wasn't her birthday or Christmas.   
      
       Uncle Kurt still behaved the same way when he came to stay with them.   
   He bought Katya some nice swimsuits for the summer, as well as a junior   
   chemistry set.  They laughed and watched movies together.  Until after the   
   first month.  That was when everything changed.   
      
       In the dim light of the restroom stall, Katya considered herself in the   
   mirror.  At 4'9'' she wasn't terribly tall for having just turned twelve.   
   Turning sideways to examine her profile, Katya was pleased to note that her   
   breasts were bigger than most girls her age.  The chests of most girls she   
   knew consisted of only small, pointed mounds that jutted out from their   
   shirts.  Hers were much larger and lemon-sized.  She was trying to smile to   
   herself in the mirror when she heard footsteps approaching from outside the   
   restroom.   
      
       Her first instinct was to hide, just in case it was the girls from her   
   school again.  She hurried into the single stall and locked the door.  The   
   stall itself was darker than the sink part of the restroom since there was   
   no lightbulb here, only the dim light that shone over the open upper part   
   of the stall.  As her eyes adjusted, she noticed the porcelain and tile   
   were very sparkling white and clean meaning that these restrooms must   
   rarely be used.  The walls of the restroom was made of unfinished wood with   
   knotholes here and there.  Katya noticed with interest that one of the   
   knotholes closer to the stall door was actually a hole in the wall, about   
   two inches in diameter.  She wanted to look more closely but outside the   
   footsteps thumped on the wood steps leading up the restroom and she heard a   
   squeaky door open and close, meaning whoever it was must have gone into the   
   men's restroom.   
      
       Katya decided to wait until the man left before leaving the restroom and   
   going home herself.  She sat down on the toilet and rested her chin on her   
   hands.  The layout of the men's room must have been symmetrical to the   
   women's because Katya heard the man close the door of the stall on the   
   other side of the wall.  Through the knothole, she saw a flash of movement.   
   She hoped whoever it was wouldn't peek through the hole and see her.   
   Instead she heard the sound of a zipper being undone.  What happened next   
   completely shocked the twelve year old.   
      
       Through the knothole she saw it emerge.  It.  His "thing".  Like Uncle   
   Kurt's usually was, this man's thing was very hard.  It came through the   
   knothole and pointed straight out, perpendicular to the wall, until a good   
   five inches of it was visible.  Katya stared at it.  What was happening?   
   Why would the man do this?  Katya wanted to leave the stall and run home,   
   but getting out meant opening the stall door and possibly touching this   
   man's thing.  The stall walls were closed off at the ground so she couldn't   
   even crawl away.  She was caught.   
      
       She was about to try to inch her way past him when the man spoke.   
      
       "Hey come on, what are you waiting for?  Touch me, angel."   
      
       Katya froze as her heart skipped a beat.  His last words, "angel" echoed   
   in her head.  She stood up as if in a trance and kneeled before the "thing"   
   jutting from the wall.  Her hands reached up as if they were not even her   
   own.  They reached up and begin stroking the shaft of the man's thing.  She   
   ran her hand along the underside of it and squeezed the big purple knob on   
   the end of it.  It felt alive and warm in her hand, the veins pulsing,   
   reminding her of...   
      
       *******************************   
      
       That summer when she was nine, when Uncle Kurt first came to stay with   
   her family, turned out to be an eventful one for Katya.  She woke up one   
      
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