"You're Don Parson."There before me is a young girl maybe eleven or twelve. She is featureless, wearing a skirt and a blouse. Both hang very loosely f...om her frame. Her legs are long and very thin, showing her bony knees. Her red hair is done in pig tails, her face is covered with freckles. As nonchalant as she looks there is something about her that makes me tingle."I was this morning and how are you?" My name is Retta Greer, I see you all the time at school." Hello Retta, what can I do for. “This stuff is good,” I said, just for something to say. She looked at me intently for the first time and looked back at the bottle, then at me again. I realised it was Vagisil, specially formulated for women and supposedly gentle with their private parts, hence the name.I blushed fiercely, something I hadn't done in years but which had once been the bane of my life.“Not for you, I think,” May said.“Maybe for you?” I countered, trying to wrest back some control of the situation. She looked me. "Jasmine let him go, realizing that she had gone too far. "Okay. Drive safe, hon. Call me tomorrow and we'll go shopping." She smiled at him.It was all Dennis could do to close the door behind him and walk back to his car."I'm not gay," he said aloud to himself. He repeated it several times as he drove home, but once there, he stripped to his camisole and panties and masturbated himself silly with thoughts of the evening.---"How did you get such a flat... well... you know?" Dennis asked James. “I don’t hear any movement in there. What are you doing?” I was thankful we had furniture blocking both doors, otherwise I would have been doing the fucking job for nothing.“We are just starting to pull up the old carpet off of the tack strips,” I called to her. The girl grinned at me and we began to pull the old carpet. I rolled it up as fast as I could and we eased the roll over to one side. We worked steady until the job was done. I put the last scraps into the back of the van six hours.