From: man.simple@hotmail.com   
      
   Pride and Circumstance (Mg7, cons, rom)   
   By Simple Man   
      
      
   Well, I had finally reached that point.  After working my ass off almost   
   all my life I had finally made it to retirement age.  I was 62 and in   
   fairly good health.  I was also a pedophile and it was summertime.   
   There was also, Bonnie Jo, a precocious 7 year old that knew what I was   
   and took advantage of that fact.   
      
   Growing up to this tender age, Bonnie Jo had a rough beginning and the   
   future had never gotten any better.  Never knowing who her father was   
   and having a man hungry mother she went to bed most nights hungry and   
   wondering why she was even alive.  Too much and too fast she lived a   
   life that no child should have to live.  Then it all changed for her, I   
   moved in one apartment away.   
      
   I parked the rental van in front of my apartment and got out to unlock   
   and open the door.  I didn't have much but it was in many small boxes   
   and as I began carrying them into my apartment I noticed that I had a   
   little helper.  Tiny and very pretty, she was dressed in shorts and a   
   loose fitting top, very cute.  The day was hot and we continued to carry   
   in my belongings.  Finally the last box was carried in and I opened my   
   small cooler and extracted two orange sodas.  We sat down on opposite   
   boxes and tried to cool off.  As she drank the sweet orange drink she   
   watched me intently.  All at once she put down her drink and bolted over   
   to me climbing into my lap and wrapping her tiny arms around my neck and   
   then the flood waters came and for some reason unknown to me she cried   
   her eyes out.   
      
   Having this little girl in my arms was wonderful.  Nothing in life can   
   compare to holding a little girl in your arms.  It is love and   
   acceptance beyond compare.   
      
   "Hey now, what is all this?  You okay?" I asked.   
      
   I didn't get an answer as her mother stood in the doorway and proclaimed   
   to me that she didn't have a father.  I hugged the child tighter and she   
   wiggled in tight against me.   
      
   "Bonnie Jo, let go of him and let's go home.  Lunch is ready." her   
   mother said.   
      
   "NO!" the child stated with a force that actually startled me.   
      
   Not wishing to create a scene I told her mother it was all right and I   
   would send her home shortly.  The woman nodded and left.  Bonnie Jo   
   lifted her head to see her mother leave and then looked into my eyes,   
   her crying had stopped but her face was tear streaked.  Without a   
   thought to how she would take it I licked her tears away and moved back   
   to see a big smile on her face afterward.   
      
   "Better go have some lunch." I told her.   
      
   "Okay." and she scooted off my lap and ran out the door.   
      
   Her sweaty body left her scent on me and I inhaled the sweet fragrance   
   of a little girl.  I could easily fall in love with her; it would take   
   no effort at all.  Draining the last of my orange soda, I got up and   
   went to close my propped open door before I had too many flies in my   
   apartment.   
      
   With nearly all of the boxes unpacked I started carrying the empty boxes   
   out to the dumpster behind the parking lot and then parked the van.   
   There was my little helper again, carrying empty boxes as well.  As she   
   stretched to reach over the edge of the dumpster I grabbed her to lift   
   her up and she just cooed as I let her down.  She wrapped her arms   
   around my neck and planted a kiss on my lips that took my breath away.   
   Without thinking I kissed her back and she was more than receptive for   
   it.  I thought it would end there with what was no innocent kiss.   
      
   That night I took a cold shower but the thought of her and that kiss was   
   on the forefront of my mind and I let Saturday close with pleasant   
   dreams.  Sunday Bonnie Jo was up bright and early and waiting for me.   
   When I opened the door her bright smiling face greeted me as she held up   
   the morning newspaper for me.  I knelt down and she moved into my arms   
   wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing me for all she was worth.   
   These were hungry little girl kisses intended to be passionate and I   
   could not help but to respond in kind.  I let my hand slip under her   
   short summer dress to stroke her inner thighs.  Tight against me I could   
   feel her heartbeat increase.   
      
   "Oh yes!" was the only thing she said.   
      
   The inner thighs of a little girl are soft and smooth beyond comparison   
   and nearly transparent.  The silky sheen of her flesh out matches any   
   woman or older girl by several magnitudes.  Bonnie Jo rested her head   
   against my chest and just whimpered softly.   
      
   I picked up this little angel and danced around my cluttered living room   
   then sat down and cuddled her tight.  Within moments she was crying   
   again.  The emotion of being wanted and loved was more than she could   
   handle.  These were not tears of pain; they were tears of happiness that   
   she could find no other way to express.  I was a man, and she knew now   
   that I wanted her.  The damage that her unknown father had caused by   
   abandoning her was being fixed after seven years.  She needed to cry and   
   she let it vent on my shoulder.  I held her tight and let her cry it   
   out.  I was in love with her.   
      
   That was how her mother found us again and this time she was furious,   
   calling me a pedophile and worse and dragging Bonnie Jo home in tears.   
   I said nothing because everything that woman said was true.  I sat there   
   with my head in my hands wondering if I had damaged the child for life.   
      
   That night Bonnie Jo snuck out and came over to be with me.  I tried to   
   tell her that she had to go home or I would get into a lot of trouble.   
   She was nearly naked in her night shirt and her body was the most erotic   
   vision I have ever had, she was just beautiful.  Holding her like this   
   was turning me on, she looked so sexy and it was clear she wanted me to   
   love her, she needed it like an addict and I was the heroin in her life.   
   I carried her back to her apartment and knocked on the door.  It was   
   after midnight.   
      
   Her mother came to the door and found her daughter in my arms nearly   
   naked and freaked.  She called the police who for a change responded   
   immediately and I was arrested and spent the rest of the night in jail.   
   Bonnie Jo watched the police drag me off and told her mother she hated   
   her.  Her mother slapped her hard and told her to go to bed.  I cringed   
   at her abuse as they took me away.   
      
   In court the mother called me a pedophile that wanted her daughter for   
   sex and the jury gasped, but it was not until Bonnie Jo squirmed past   
   armed guards and approached the bench that the tide turned.   
      
   "I have no daddy and I know why.  My mommy sleeps with all kinds of men   
   every night.  One of them must have been my daddy but I will never know   
   because he didn't want me.  This man wants me.  He wants to love me and   
   help me grow up right, and I want him."   
      
   Again the jury gasped.   
      
   Bonnie Jo cuddled up in my lap for protection of something she could   
      
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