We were sitting on a bale of hay talking.She said, "I saw you playing with your penis last night in the shower. I want to see you do it now."I usually...would be happy to do it, but I was embarrassed because I didn't know Joyce that well.I said, "NO." "Then I'll have to tell dad."I thought to myself. Maybe I can make a good deal out of a bad situation. "Ok, but you have to take off your shirt."I knew she wasn't wearing a bra. She pulled her shirt off and exposed her lovely tits. I wanted to feel. Seconds later I was interrupted."Daniel, come up here!" I turned the television off. Oh crap. I just started registering what I had been saying the past couple of minutes. Quickly I marched to and up the stairs hoping she hadn't taken what I said literally. She was twelve, I was just doing what Camryn said; Camryn would know her own sister more than me.I reached the hallway upstairs and walked into Corey's room looking for her. She walked into my view completely naked."You really want to do it. The kind of smell that she imagined that shadows would have if they had a scent.Tears were starting to streak down her cheeks. She wouldn’t bawl, she was eight years old and she believed her dad when he said that eight-year olds don’t bawl.Don’t cry.The voice surprised her. She looked around, but only saw the walls of the abandoned, dried up well.It’s okay, child.The voice sounded like it was everywhere around her.“Who are you?” She asked, her fear only mounting.A friend. The voice said. It. Are you.. working?" Brian let out a soft girlish giggle, placing his smaller hand on the man's thigh. He practically jumped from the touch, a bulge growing across the front of his pants. "I sure am," was Brian's simple reply. The man visibly swallowed hard and spread his knees a little, no longer making any effort to hide his excitement. His large hand rested over Brian's smaller girly one, and he leaned in close, his breath smelling of alcohol. "Um.. I've never done this before." Brian's hand.