Clearly Cindy was much smaller than the woman in the photo, so it stood to reason that all parts of the young girl would be small too. She couldn’t ...ave been much over four and a half foot tall and I don’t think she weighed more than eighty or ninety pounds. Her breasts were small too even for a fourteen year old.Mike was inspecting the picture again, “Where’s your clitoris?” he asked.“My what?” Cindy questioned.“This.” Mike said, pointing to the nude model’s picture at the tiny bud at the top. "Doesn't look melted," he reports. "I'll put it back in for another..." "POKE IT IN THE MIDDLE," she chortles. "Men"! "Ow," he bellows, his finger sinking through a disarmingly thin crust into the hot liquid below. "Guess you're right," he admits, turning toward the bed. "Ah ah aaaaaah," he remonstrates, wagging the jar at her like a swollen finger. "Off with the skivvies, too"! "For a foot rub?" she chuckles. "Things could get messy with all this oil flying around and wouldn't want to. "Go talk to himand find out. I, for one, would like to know what the hell's going onaround here." Henry's hardly even been to town," the clerk said. "It's just gossip,and people making things up to explain other things. Henry don't knowsquat." Maybe. Maybe not," Arnold said again. "Maybe this new fella here canfind out for sure. I sure as hell would like to know." Why?" Ben asked. "What's the mystery? What's going on?" Hell, if I knew I'd tell ya," Arnold said."And you don't know squat," the. "And stay out a'her bed. Her man was a good soldier, died bravely on Long Island. Him and me chased the girls together when we was young."I followed his map and about noon the next day found the farmhouse deep in the woods. It was a timber-framed, well-built place with a big barn and several outbuildings. Smoke trickled from the stone chimney. I rode clear around the homestead, did not see anything suspicious so stabled my horse, unholstered my musket and knocked on the back door. An aged black.