Usually those kids were too sick all the time or missing pieces, ormaybe not pretty enough. The kids at the orphanage called those kids,"Scratch 'n' D...nt" kids because they were kind of like damaged goods.Maggie was a "Scratch 'n' Dent kid.If you looked at Maggie, you'd never really know that she was a Scratch'n' Dent kid. She wasn't as pretty as some of the other girls who lookedjust like real live baby dolls, but all the ladies who watched over hersaid she was cute and cute was really good. My allotted room was on the 2nd floor (top most floor in the building), there were 3 other rooms on this floor and none of them were occupied. I think the staff never bothered to visit the top floor as they have to climb the stairs all the way up. This practically ensured the privacy for me and also a sense of twisted fear. Despite being a small motel, it was clean. My room had two single beds, separated by a bed side table. fresh towels neatly hung in the closet, good air conditioning plus a. No, on your stomach."I positioned myself on the pile of pillows, with my butt up in the air. He pushed my legs a little further apart, and I braced myself. I knew it was important to relax, but I just couldn't. I knew I was tensed up, and I was sure my asshole was so tight it would take a stick of dynamite to get it open, not a stick of man meat.Here it comes girl, I thought, the penetration you have been both dreading and looking forward to. This was what I considered to be the last step in me. "Are you sure? It's right on her -" She stopped. She'd been about to say "pussy" but couldn't quite use that word in front of her uncle."Where?" asked Bob."Right here," said Mandy, placing one slim fingertip on her fluff of pubic hair. "Except she doesn't have any hair there," she added. "It's letters of some kind, but I couldn't see them because you were hauling me down here so fast." Those men were all looking at you," he said."I know. It made me feel like I was going to fly into pieces," she.