***In the school library, in my room with the lights turned out, even inthe utility closet - wherever I can get a moment of privacy I fill mynotebook ...ith charts and columns of comparison. I'm looking at theoldest parts of all the stories I hear and I'm looking for commonelements.I'm tall, now. I'm well over the Human average for a woman. I've gotbreasts more than worthy of any other fourteen year-old. I've got asocial life, friends, activities. I've changed a lot in the past fewmonths.And I'm. The asshole. Lunch with Charles. Once upon a time she’d have danced around the table, her silly heart pounding blissfully. But now… Clearing her mind of all thoughts, she opened the spreadsheet Mr Scott had sent back and got to work. = = = = = Café Boulevard was an exclusive restaurant on the ground floor of the five star Garrison Hotel, overlooking a key garden that belonged to the three-storey Georgian homes behind. She sat at the table, fingering the crisp white tablecloth and watching a. I finnaly decided to check on her. I went to her room and get closer to her and get closer look of her bold and fluffy pussy,and thought to myself if she wake up I will tell her than I need her help with my home works. My mother never did wake up and I enjoyed to see her fluffy pussy and went to my room shortly after and jerk myself off.I continued doing this for several months without her knowing it. One day when she was in my school for parents night, I went to her room and looking at her. Richwell had a thing for young girls, which through continuous efforts had so far remained unrequited. The family fortune had been sufficient to keep them out of the public eye, but it didn’t surprise me the police were aware of the situation. ‘But there’s a lot more,’ the brunette continued. ‘Rumors of girls gone missing, prostitution rings, kidnapping, you name it. We had somebody at the precinct swearing up and down that Linnea was being held hostage and we needed to rescue her.’ She smirked.