"Mmm, I could say the same about you," Lucian heard himself say with achuckle, graciously touching the boy's glass with his.It was hard to tell why, b...t when amongst themselves the Bobs keptsaying things like 'man' or 'dude,' giving high fives even afterdressing up. They could grin toothy grins one moment, and curtsygraciously the next. They belched and then giggle behind their paintedfingernails, or say: "Hey asshole, pass me the lip gloss."They were boys after all, he thought - boys dressing. The photos: I took one photo of a picture I cut out from a magazine article about a carousel. The other I took of a Valentine’s card I was given by a friend. He found it in an auction house in London where he was working. I used to go for long tramps over Hampstead Heath with my friend, followed by afternoon tea. I was very bad in those days at picking it up when someone admired me, rather like the heroine of my story. Only much later did I realise that my friend was one of many admirers. . Not that there was never any questionable activity, but by ninth grade they had solidified into a unit. They even created an agreement to govern their dating. I was impressed. It was the first sign I’d seen that the second child had more sense than the first.“Brian Frost?” Rex had said. “Is that Hayden and Marilyn’s son? Hard workers. Good honest people from what I can tell. I’ve only had one occasion to work with them, but I was impressed. They were among the first clients I had when I was. Both traits would hardly recommend her as a caretaker, let alone as a role model, for my little girl.However, Katie had her good traits, several of them. Well, to be more correct, she had several traits that really all added up to the same appealing characteristic: she was a glorious little piece of ass.She was a small girl, with a tight waist and a usually bare belly. She had a cute bubble butt and, like I said, a prominent pussy mound. Her tits were small, but mesmerizing, and she had a.