." She took a deep breath and let it out. "I don't know. Eversince I got cursed I've been wonderin'. Because there's somethin' aboutthis body that ...eels... right, I guess?" She paused, fidgeting. "And itfelt nice when you said you wanted to be friends."She wanted to yell at him. He was a jerk, he'd shown her up and thencompletely dismissed her! But here she was, standing in front of herwith that same uncertain look she saw earlier in the day. "Why all thetough-guy act, then?" Have you. And my face; absolutely coated in semen. The man had certainly unloaded an almighty load all over me. Much of it was so thick and gelatinous that it clung in great splodges to my cheeks and pooled around my nose, although a couple of small strings had run down and were hanging off my chin.Seriously, I was not going to get away with this. What was Claire thinking? I was going to get arrested by security; locked up; charged by the police for - I don’t know – indecent behaviour of some sort.What. At age four it had been cute stuff like beautiful princesses and fairies, greeting her with open arms, showing her their ancient homes in faraway lands. At age five, she learned the word ‘hallucination’, and that was when things began to change. Fairies turned into screaming children, yelling at her for help. Princesses were no longer beautiful, soft haired angels. Their hair and beauty fell from their bodies along with their skin. And that was when she stopped eating and sleeping. ‘The fact. I took her in my arms, held her tightly, kissedfirst her forehead, then the tip of her nose, and, atlast, a lingering lovers’ kiss. I slowly eased my tongueagainst hers, and she came alive like fire in my arms,pressing my hot cock against her young body, my handsflying everywhere. Only when I caressed the sides of herheaving breasts did the kiss break.We looked into each other’s faces and kissed again. Thenwe went upstairs to her bedroom.I lay her down on the soft blue quilt, and.