Sympathy for a mannequin? He snorted to clear his mind of such a notion so he could get back to doing his job. Watching the boy, that was his job at t...e moment.Still the boy stood and stared and now the manager noticed something else. The boy, probably not more than 11 or 12, maybe 13, stood with one foot forward and on his toes; one hand clasped to his chest and the other extended downward with wrist flexed and fingers splayed. His head was turned at an angle, and tilted also and his shoulders. He turned to Ellie perhaps an inch or two more in the bust stakes the cups slid into place in the same way, each cup beginning its work in regular sequence as soon as the tap was opened, the pump in the back room quietened a touch as each cup began its work. He kissed his mother running his hand over her shoulders as the first minor orgasm shuddered through her body and she shifted her weight from one leg to the other, attempting to make the fantastic effect even more effective. Ellie too. "Why not?" she said, and walked towards the stage. "What's the worstthat can happen?"PART THREE: THE TRICKNick, aware that Lyla was only a few rows away in the audience, triednot to stare too hard at the brunette girl who had volunteered to joinhim. But it was hard, as she had one of the hottest bodies he had everseen up close, and she was showing it off in a tight miniskirt thatbarely covered her crotch and a belly-baring t-shirt with a plungingneckline to show off her ample cleavage.. She had wormed her way into his heart somehow, tempting him to play a dangerous game with himself. Despite knowing she was too young to get serious about, his feelings towards her were anything but casual. The mix of paternal affection and illicit attraction had short-circuited his brain into taking risks he never would have attempted a month prior.Holding her the night before while they watched the romantic comedy had felt so right. He put the age difference out of his mind, ignored the hollow.