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|    A Most Unusual Man (1/2)    |
|    31 Aug 06 16:28:52    |
      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.                     [continued in next message]              --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05        * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)    |
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