" How?" Playing with a gun." And your Dad?" Dad died too. He committed suicide in the car." Very good Stephanie. Now lets talk more about you. Who was...watchingJim when he died?" Stephanie was." Yes - you were watching Jim. Remember? What did Stephanie do when Jimshot himself?" He ran away." No - you ran away - you are Stephanie." I ran away and didn't help." And what happen to Jim?" She... um... he bled to death." And could he have been saved?" Yes, but I ran away and didn't tell anyone." And. They cried together relieving their pain and ready to face up to reality."Jim I love you. I just hope we're doing the right thing," Gloria said as she sobbed quietly.Jim kissed her lips softly trying to stop crying himself. "I love you too. We'll always have each other Gloria just remember that."Gloria didn't want to give in but she knew she had no power to make Callie stay away from the man she loved. "Callie should be home soon," Gloria added.Jim sighed. "Yes I know. We'll both talk to her. " Okay, my kinky little pixie..." What's kinky about it? You've been that way ever since we met." You got me there. Might itch." Read about that. Willing to risk it." I know what he's thinking. Me. Small titties, kind of thin. Hips aren't really broad, not like Tina's or, wow! Susan's. I kind of look like a kid, fifteen or not. And with a hairless pussy...We've had the talk after somebody at school told me that he might have a thing about young girls. I asked him outright when we got home. She invited me back to her place, a cozy, little studio with all the comforts one needs to relax and enjoy a little self-love. Francine was about twenty-eight with a firm body that stood about five feet six inches tall; just a few inches taller than me.Her legs were long and slender and her feet and ankles were just as lovely as the rest of her. When we arrived at her place, there was her pretty lace underwear lying on the floor. Looks like she had dropped them clean from a folded laundry pile.