From: man.simple@hotmail.com   
      
   A Most Unusual Man   
   By Simple Man   
      
      
   Foreword   
      
   Harlan Akins was a gifted man, a most unusual man, a man many would   
   envy.  Harlan attracted little girls like a magnet to steel.  He could   
   simply walk into any area where there were little girls and they would   
   come flocking around him.  But most unusual was the reaction of the   
   little girls as they would throw their arms around his neck and kiss him   
   on his lips, much to the surprise of their mothers who witnessed this.   
      
   There was nothing remarkable about Harlan Akins, he was not particularly   
   handsome nor young and rugged, he was if anything, ordinary and non-   
   threatening.  His eyes did sparkle, however, when the little ones   
   gathered either singly or in numbers.  Many a mother made apologies for   
   their daughter's uncharacteristic behavior and had to force their   
   daughter's arms from around his neck, scolding them as they literally   
   dragged them away.   
      
   Part One   
      
   John Patton waited and watched from his park bench, he waited for this   
   man everyone was talking about.  The playground lay just ahead and   
   children played on the swings and merry-go-round as children will do.   
   Casting down peanuts to a hungry bunch of squirrels he waited for a   
   considerable time before seeing a man walk up the stone path toward him.   
   A non-descript man, ordinary, one that could blend in with a crowd and   
   never be noticed.  Crisp clean clothes that were casual and a meandering   
   gait in his walk.  Within seconds the little girls came running from the   
   playground.  Without a second thought John Patton arrested the man and   
   hauled him away to an awaiting Police car.   
      
   A full body search revealed nothing and Harlan was allowed to dress.   
   John Patton waited for him in the interrogation room.  More than eight   
   hours had lapsed after the arrest and as Harlan sat down across the   
   table from Detective John Patton, the detective studied him intensely.   
   This late in the day and Harlan still looked like he was freshly shaved,   
   most unusual the detective thought.   
      
   "Harlan is it?"   
      
   "Yes, Harlan Akins."   
      
   "Why do you suppose that when you arrived in the park today that all the   
   little girls came running up to you?  I might also add that every single   
   one of the girls on the playground came running.  How do you explain   
   this?"   
      
   "I cannot explain this, it just happens."   
      
   The door burst open and a little girl rushed in with Maria Jones of the   
   States Attorney's office in hot pursuit behind her by only seconds, but   
   that was enough for the little girl to climb into Harlan's lap and kiss   
   him.  John Patton sat there, his eyes wide with wonder at the fact that   
   it had happened again.  For no apparent reason a little girl was drawn   
   to Harlan right in front of him and the man did nothing to provoke it   
   this time either.   
      
   Miss Jones was an unwed mother and her daughter Casey, a slip of a girl   
   at only six, had come in to the Police Station on a Saturday many times   
   to question a would be felon, and always before the child sat in the   
   lobby and played with her favorite doll, but not this time.   
      
   "Casey, what are you doing in that man's lap?" Maria questioned.   
      
   "He loves me!" the child responded.   
      
   Maria walked around the table to fetch her daughter, but the child   
   wrapped her arms around his neck and held on for dear life.  Stopping in   
   her tracks she decided against causing any more of a scene and looked at   
   Detective John Patton with questioning eyes.  The man she had worked   
   with for many years looked at her and shrugged his shoulders.  Maria sat   
   down facing her daughter and this unknown man.  Feeling safe again,   
   Casey began kissing Harlan's neck and nuzzling him.  Harlan just sat   
   there holding the little girl and enjoying her affections toward him, it   
   was nothing new.  Near the door a little rag doll lay quietly by the   
   floor molding in plain sight.   
      
   "John, is there any reason to hold him, has he broke any law?  If not   
   then you have less than one hour to release him before violating his   
   rights or booking him for what I don't know."   
      
   "Maria, we have nothing on him, but I can tell you I have never seen   
   anything like it before, he is like a magnet with little girls.  The   
   playground had lots of little boys playing but only the girls came   
   running.  I just don't understand."   
      
   Maria broke her gaze at John and looked over at her daughter.  Casey was   
   breathing fast and hard and her white shorts were wet in the crotch, the   
   smell unmistakable, she was clearly sexually aroused, but what shocked   
   her most was that Harlan's hands were on the table in plain sight.  Her   
   daughter was close to an orgasm and she knew it, but how for God's sake?   
   Little mewing sounds were now coming from the little girl and then she   
   shuddered and went limp, her breathing slowly returning to normal.  Then   
   without a word Casey slipped from his lap and walked over to pick up her   
   doll then walked out of the room.   
      
   "What did we just see?" John said with some alarm.   
      
   "My daughter, six year old Casey, had an orgasm sitting on his lap and   
   he did nothing to make it happen!  That's what I saw.  Nothing!  She   
   just sat there kissing him and got all hot and bothered.  John, she is   
   just a little girl, how could that have happened?"   
      
   "I don't know, but I am holding him over for child abuse until we get to   
   the bottom of this."   
      
   "You can't do that, I sat here and watched the whole thing as you did   
   and that man did nothing to stimulate her in any way, he didn't even   
   have his arms around her.  You'll have to let him go."   
   ___   
      
   Harlan Akins walked out of the Police Station and into the warm night   
   air, took a deep satisfying breath and walked away.   
      
   Part Two   
      
   "What the hell do you mean - he doesn't exist!  He sat right there in   
   the interrogation room with me, you were there!"  Maria was overly   
   distraught.   
      
   "I'm telling you that there is no record of him, no record anywhere.  No   
   drivers license, no social security number, no nothing.  He doesn't come   
   up in any database so he doesn't exist!" John responded.   
      
   "Alright!  Then pick him up on vagrancy!"   
      
   "Half the force is out looking for him, but I suspect they will not find   
   him.  I think he will show up somewhere when he wants to and we will   
   have nothing on him again.  Here look at these fingerprint cards we took   
   of him.  Notice anything strange?"   
      
   "No, am I supposed to?"   
      
   "FBI states that they are generic, they are real but have no   
   identifiable markings or in other words no match."   
      
   "So, the guy has never been fingerprinted before."   
      
   "Not true, he could have been fingerprinted many times but with no   
   identifiable markings there would never be a match.  This guy is a   
   ghost!"   
   ___   
      
   Casey endured being poke and prodded, her legs spread and the doctor   
   studying her intently, all the while holding her favorite doll and   
   wondering when this would all end.   
      
      
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