”“Go ahead. I’ll clean up the kitchen, and that will give me some time to think.”I refilled my coffee cup and sipped at it as I cleared the ta...le and washed and put away the dishes. I wiped down the table and then turned on the stereo and went to sit in the bay window to think. In a sense, I realized, the Summer had been something of an anomaly. Stephie would be here the next afternoon, Monday, and for the most part, she’d be the only one I was intimate with except for Kara, and, possibly,. Ten minutes later, he was deep in concentration, in the homes managers office, leafing through the young girls notes, on his own.Amy Brooks 13 years old.Prostitute mother who died when child was 5. Father Unknown.Child born with various deformities, including no lower legs or hands.Thought to be mute. Aggressive to all staff and other children. Otherwise meek and unperceptive to any outside stimulation.Conclusion to child’s future. Sterilisation on admittance to serious mental health. Amy blushed a little when she was totally naked, but I said she looked beautiful and helped her into the tub. I began to reach for the soap when all of a sudden she grabbed my hand. I looked down at her and noticed she was biting her lip and blushing even worse. Are you ok Amy? I asked very concerned. Stephanie&hellip,I want you, she whispered. Truth is Amy I want you too, I confessed to her. But Im scared because Im a virgin&hellip,she admitted. Its ok Amy Ill be very gentle&hellip,I promise,. "Uh," she choked, "would you ... mmm ... mind ... mmm..."I laughed, and said, "Come on, baby, spit it out!"Her crimson became fluorescent. "I wonder if you'd go to the Sadie Hawkins dance," she rasped; then, "with me." She was not looking at me.I laughed, a belly laugh at this point. She looked stricken, and began to turn away; I took her hand, brushed it against my lips as before, and said, "I will gladly attend the dance with you, sweet Sally."Her fluorescence became radioactive; but.