”“That is just the point, Delica. I have observed that every woman he beds finds her imperfections lessen in the near future. Would you be willing...to participate in this experiment? It would mean being fucked by John, so if you find that objectionable, we can simply leave it be and you can return home.”“Chief, if I may be so bold, what do you expect to happen to me? Will I get pregnant even?”“I have to admit that it is a possibility, but that is a normal by-product of fucking, my dear. I want. I was looking for some rational thinking human forum where both sides were discussed and to look for the danger signs of what is really wrong, and what is acceptable. After a couple of hours I found a couple sites that seemed somewhat normal. The one main thing I came away with was no force. Never force or coerce a child into doing something sexual, let them set the pace, not your desire. Never harm a child either physically or mentally. Don't play head games with them. Explain the facts and. Gazing at the front door I watched two cars battling for the same parking place. There was another empty spot about 30 yards away, but both had to have the one right in front of Starbucks, like it was a badge of honor. ‘Jenny?’ came the voice from behind me, startling me. It’s a good thing I hadn’t ordered anything as my knee bumped the table in front of me, newspapers falling in a heap to the floor. ‘I mean, Jennifer?’ ‘Huh…uh huh, I’m Jennifer…Dick?’ He nodded and moved around and sat across. "Maggie, you're taller." She said in amazement. "No way." James looked at her fingertips, marking a spot at least a half an inch over the last marked line. "Get outta here. I'm taller?" "Yes, at least half an inch. What were you, five foot ten?" "Yeah, I think so." James recalled that he actually hadn't gained an inch in height from the time he was sixteen. He had stopped growing then, both physically and emotionally. "Well, you're at least five ten and a half now." Anne stated, smiling at him..