From: PreteenLover@MailAndNews.com   
      
   Brianna Gets Molested   
      
   Written by Janus   
   Copyright 2003   
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
   It was November in Minnesota, almost the worst time to be in the   
   Midwest. It was already chilly but nowhere near as cold as it would be   
   in January or February. I work nights so my days are free to do whatever   
   I want. I enjoy going to the Mall of America, not to shop, but to check   
   out the sexy young girls that are always cruising its shops. The scenery   
   isn't quite as great in the summer, but there's still an eyeful to be had.   
      
   Today I was aimlessly wandering the mall, stopping only to casually   
   follow any girls that got my eye. Despite the cold weather, there were   
   plenty of preteen girls wearing skintight shirts and lowcut jeans.   
   There's nothing I like more than the sight of a pair of budding breasts   
   poking through a t-shirt. Then again, there's a lot to be said for a   
   smooth tummy and hip-hugging jeans that show off a twelve year old's   
   crack when she bends over.   
      
   I was getting progressively more horny when I wandered by a woman with   
   what looked to be an eight or nine year old girl. She was a lovely   
   creature with perfectly blond hair that was styled in a simple haircut   
   with bangs in front and flowing hair that reached her shoulders. The   
   little girl's face was adorned with a cute little button nose and bright   
   blue eyes. Even though I prefer preteen girls, I was instantly smitten.   
   The mother and daughter pair walked into a GapKids. Casually, I followed   
   them.   
      
   I strolled around the boys' section, pausing between racks of clothes to   
   admire the girl from across the store. She occasionally disappeared from   
   sight but I was able to catch several glimpses of her as she paused to   
   browse. She wore a pair of jeans and plain white sneakers, nothing too   
   fancy, with a red top that stretched over her flat chest. I couldn't   
   help but feel a stirring from my crotch.   
      
   I was staring so hard I didn't notice her mother come up to her and say   
   something. My eyes were still glued when I felt someone looking at me. I   
   looked up to see her mother looking at me with an expression of   
   curiosity and annoyance. I quickly averted my eyes but out of my   
   peripheral vision I could see the woman take her daughter by the hand   
   and leave the store.   
      
   I let them walk for a few seconds before nonchalantly exiting the store   
   myself. I started following them at about fifteen yards or so. I watched   
   as they headed for the restrooms near the mall exit. The girl sat down   
   by herself on the bench as her mother headed into the restroom. Perfect.   
   Now I was (mostly) free to check out the little girl as much as I wanted.   
      
   Again, my eyes were so glued to her petite, lithe body that I didn't   
   even notice the person approaching me from my right side until we almost   
   collided. Looking up, I so the girl's mom gazing at me intently with   
   slit eyes.   
      
   "Oh, um, excuse me..." I stammered, trying to walk around her. Trying to   
   keep my cool, I walked around her and headed for the mall exit doors as   
   if that's what I meant to do the whole time. Busted, I thought to myself.   
      
   "Just a minute," the woman said, following me. I turned to see her   
   hurrying behind me, her daughter in tow. I tried to hurry but she caught   
   up and stopped me.   
      
   "What were you doing back there?" she asked me, her eyes accusing.   
      
   My mind reeled for excuses. "What do you mean?"   
      
   "I saw you. Even before we went into GapKids. You were following us."   
      
   "No I wasn't," I replied nervously. Was she going to call the cops or   
   something?   
      
   "Yes, you were," the woman said evenly, "you followed us into the store   
   and then you followed us here."   
      
   "I was just leaving," I said, reaching for the mall door. The woman   
   blockaded my passage, stepping in front of me.   
      
   "You were looking at my daughter, weren't you?" she said softly.   
      
   "No!" I insisted.   
      
   "Yes. Are you a pedophile?" she asked quietly.   
      
   "Look, I have to go," I said, avoiding her eyes. I cut around her and   
   opened the mall door. She hurried after me.   
      
   "Wait," she said. We were now in the foyer area of the mall exit where a   
   set of glass doors led to another set of glass doors with the parking   
   ramp on the other side. It was quieter here.   
      
   "I know what you are," the woman said steadily. "I want to make you an   
   offer."   
      
   I did a double-take. "What?"   
      
   "An offer," she repeated. The woman placed her hands on her daughter's   
   shoulders who stood in front of her. The little girl didn't seem to be   
   paying attention to this adult talk. Her eyes craned past me back into   
   the brightly lit mall.   
      
   "What kind of offer?" I asked cautiously. If this was a sting, I knew I   
   could plead entrapment if I let her do all the talking.   
      
   "I'll let you spend some... time with my daughter."   
      
   "Where? Be more specific." I asked.   
      
   She looked at me through her slitted eyes again. I could tell she didn't   
   like me. She probably hated herself for what she was about to say.   
      
   "Look," she said quietly. "We're poor, okay? I'm only twenty seven but   
   I've been out of work for almost six months now. Me and Brianna have   
   been living out of a van since the summer." She paused, still glaring at   
   me. "I saw you. I saw the way you looked at my daughter. So here's the   
   deal: you can come to the van and spend thirty minutes with her."   
      
   "Alone?" I asked.   
      
   Her eyes narrowed at me again. "No. I'm going to be there the whole   
   time. You can touch her but there's no contact other than that. No   
   undressing. You got it?"   
      
   I paused, considering the offer. It was unbelievable that I was even   
   hearing such a proposal. I felt like I was dreaming.   
      
   "How much do you want." She hesitated a moment. "Two hundred."   
      
   "Two hundred? What if I want to touch beneath her clothes?"   
      
   She hesitated again. She was clearly torn between her daughter's   
   innocence and their own collective well-being. "Okay," she conceded.   
   "Three hundred for touching beneath clothes."   
      
   "Done," I said before she could think about it some more.   
      
   "We're parked over there," she said pointing. "You got the cash?"   
      
   "No, I can use that ATM in there," I said. "I'll be right back."   
      
   I left them in the foyer entrance to the mall and hurried to the cash   
   machine. My fingers were shaking as I punched in my PIN code. I couldn't   
   believe this was happening. My entire body was shaking in anticipation   
   now. I withdrew $300 and put it in my wallet. I was about to leave when   
   I thought it might be better to have more cash, just in case. Using   
   another bank card from a different account, I withdrew another $300.   
      
   Pocketing my wallet, I hustled back to the foyer. "Okay," I told the   
   woman. "I've got the money." I saw her swallow hard.   
      
   "All right," she said in a husky voice. "Let's go."   
      
   We exited the mall and entered the parking ramp. It was kind of a stony   
   silence walking along so I tried to make some conversation.   
      
   "So what's your name anyway?"   
      
      
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