PLEASE DO NOT READ IF: You only want sex because you find it here; or, you want an error-free manuscript because this isn't it; or, you do not like detail because this story is often tedious. This is for those who enjoy a story about relationship and how they develop during unimagined circumstances in life.
Regie not only passed the driver’s license written exam, she did very well on it. A trooper conducted the actual diving part of the exam in a large lot marked off with whites lines and orange cones. Her weakest area was parallel parking, but she passed the driving test. Another trooper made her picture and gave her a driver’s license. She was elated.

“Now, I think you can drive Madie and yourself to school,” I told her. “That will save me time in the mornings. Besides, I think you’re old enough to go to school by yourselves.” We all laughed.

We ate lunch, chatting about going to school. Madie was excited about being with her new friends. Regie was a bit more reserved, expressing concern about being older than the other students. I tried to assure her that all would be okay for her and to remind her that she might even be able to complete her credits after the first semester. I am not sure I convinced her. Both the girls mentioned clothes for school. Since the high school students normally wore jeans, Regie would be okay for the time being. We went shopping for Madie to purchase more jeans and other clothes. We arrived back at the ranch about mid-afternoon.

Madie took care of the horses while Regie prepared the supper meal. I did some paperwork in the office. I decided to call my lawyer friend who was able to take my call. I explained the situation and he said he did not see a problem with Regie and Madie remaining with me. But he agreed to make a call on my behalf to the Family Services office. He had worked with a case worker there and would call her. He assured me he would not mention me by name. I thanked him.

I joined Regie in the kitchen. She was busy chopping vegetables. “Can I help?’ I asked.

“Sure.” She set the knife on the counter and turned to me. “I think I need a hug.” I opened my arms as she stepped into them.

“Are you okay?” I caressed her back.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I think I’m just nervous about all that has happened.” She looked up at me. “Scott, I’ve never lived like this before. Here Madie and I are, living with you. Mama’s gone. I’m getting ready to attend a school in some small town in the middle of nowhere.” She leaned against me. “I am trying to convince myself that this is not a dream.” She looked at me again. “I’m trying to convince myself that you are not a dream.”

“I think I understand how you are feeling. Here I am with a beautiful young lady in my arms and I think I may be dreaming, too.” I kissed her on the forehead. “Life has taken a turn for both of us.” We continued to hold each other for a few minutes.

“What is going to happen?” Regie asked.

“I know what I would like to happen,” I said softly. “But I guess time will only tell us what will really happen.”

“What do you want to happen?” She pulled back enough to look at me.

I smiled. I thought for a minute. “I want to tell you, but I don’t want you to feel like I am trying to control your future or your life.”

“What do you want?” She was wanting an answer.

“Okay. I know it sounds crazy, but I want to marry you.” I paused to allow her to react. She didn’t. “I want you to love me enough to want to be my wife. I know that I already love you enough to want that. I also know you have your life ahead of you and I don’t want you to be stuck here, in the middle of nowhere, when you could be happy somewhere else.”

Regie’s face was without expression. She was thoughtful. She reached up and touched my face. “Scott, I’ve already been somewhere else. It wasn’t much fun.” She smiled at me. “I never really felt I had a chance at life until I found myself here.” She motioned with her hand. “You’re right. It is pretty much in the middle of nowhere. But this is the place where I found my heart. This is the place I found you.” She kissed me softly on the lips. “This is the place I would love to be your wife and to have a home.”

We kissed softly and deeply. Our tongues touched. There was passion and more. It was now that Regie and I were able to say that what we felt was real. We loved each other. There were no rules to prevent it. There were no social barriers to dictate what our hearts wanted to express.

When we broke from the kiss, Regie spoke. “So, I guess I need to finish school first, right?”

“Yeah, I think that is best. Then we can make plans for the future.” We kissed again. The phone rang. I answered it.

“Scott.” It was Brent, my lawyer buddy. “I talked to my friend at Family Services. She said she saw no problems since FSA had not been involved at this point.” I thanked him and turned to Regie.

“It’s all okay. You and Madie are at home.” She stepped into my arms. We kissed. Regie and I were still holding each other when Madie ran into the kitchen. She stopped short, surprised to find her sister in my arms.

“Madie, guess what?” Madie held her look of surprise. “We just got a call. It’s okay for us to live with Scott on the ranch.” Madie smiled, seeming to accept this news as the reason why I was holding her sister. “We have a home here.” Regie held out her arms and Madie ran into them. She lifted her up and turned to me. I wrapped my arms around both of them.

We prepared and ate our dinner. There was constant chatter around the table. Madie talked about the horses and school. I shared with them about each having her own room. They liked the idea. Following the meal, Madie began arranging what she now called “her room.” I removed my clothing from the closet and dresser. She arranged her clothes as she wanted them to be. I also removed any of my personal belongings from the room that would now be Regie’s space. They would have plenty of time to decorate the rooms. After a life of moving from city to city, Regie and Madie now had a place to call home.

Madie showered and prepared for bed. She had on her usual T-shirt when she came into the den to say “goodnight.” I hugged her and gave her a kiss. She hugged and kissed Regie.

“I love you, Scott,” she said before she ran off to her room. I told her I would check on her before I went to bed.

Regie was sitting next to me on the sofa. She laid her head on my shoulder as we watched the news. When it finished, she stretched and said she would take a shower. I stated that I would do the same. We walked toward our rooms holding hands. We kissed. She went into her room. I looked into Madie’s room before I went to mine. I stripped down, brushed my teeth, and showered. Since the girls had their own room, I decided it was safe to sleep in the nude again. I climbed between the sheets, enjoying the feeling. I was trying to read a book, but my mind could not concentrate on the story. I was thinking about Regie. Though not a direct proposal, I had asked her to marry me. In so many words, she had said yes. The reality of that conversation had settled into my thoughts. I was trying to develop some “operation plan”in my mind. As I was thinking through a scenario of what the future might look like, the door opened. Regie walked in, closing the door behind her. She was wearing the short nightie she had worn before. She walked to the bed, pulled back the covers, and laid down.

“Hey,” she said, as she settled in next to me.

“Hey,” I replied, not knowing what else to say. I moved my arm so she could put her head on my shoulder.

“Regie.” I said softly. “Is this a good idea?”

“Yes,” she said flatly. She placed her arm across my chest and her left leg over my legs. She must have realized that I was not wearing boxers. She lowered her hand to my lower abdomen. “You’re naked again,” she whispered.

“Yeah. I was not really expecting either of you.”

She lifted her head so she could look into my face. “Do you want me to leave?”

I slowly shook my head. “No.” She sat up, reaching down and grasping her nightie. She pulled it over her head and tossed it to the floor. Her breasts were beautiful. They were full with no sag. I assumed they were at least a C-cup in size. Her areolas were puffy. Her nipples were dark pink. As she settled down against me, I saw that she was not wearing panties. I turned toward her, laying my right arm over her, pulling her close. I could feel her breasts against my chest. I could also feel my cock laying against her leg.

We kissed. We looked into each other’s eyes. “I love you,” I whispered.

“I love you, too,” she said as she cupped my face with her hand.

“I know what I am feeling,” I said, kissing her lightly. “As much as I want this, I’m not sure this is best right now.”

“I know. But I need to be with you. I want to feel you next to me.” She kissed me. “I’m not asking for anything from you now. I just want to share your touch. I want you to touch me.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You could never hurt me. But I do need to feel your love. I want you to feel mine.”

“Regie, I want nothing more than to make love to you. But I really want to wait so it will be special for us.”

“I’m not asking you to make love to me. But right now, I need to show you my love.” She reached down with her hand and gently stroked my cock. “Touch me, Scott.” She lifted her leg over mine.

“Oh, my sweet Regie.” We kissed. I lowered my hand, sliding it down her soft, warm skin, across her thigh. I placed my hand between her legs, cupping her pussy. She was warm. I gently caressed her with my fingers. Her lips were soft. I pushed my middle finger between them, feeling the moisture and her warmth. She pushed herself toward me while she continued to gently move her fingers back and forth over my hardening cock.

I raised up to rest on my arm. Regie rolled onto her back, spreading her legs, still slowly stroking me. We kissed. Our tongues played, danced, teased. The passion grew between us. Our lips parted and I lowered my mouth to her left breast. I could not believe the feeling. It had been so long since I felt the touch of a woman. I covered her areola with my lips, allowing my tongue to caress the nipple that was immediately hard. I sucked gently. Regie seemed to lift herself to me. I took this as her desire for me to suck harder. I did and she moaned.

“Oh,” she whispered. “I’ve never felt anything like this before.” My tongue made circles around the areola. Then, I used the flat of my tongue to press from the under side of her breast. It was though she was nursing me as she moved her free hand to massage the firm mound into my mouth. Her body was reacting to the sensation she had never experienced before this moment.

I moved to her right breast. She cupped it and lifted it to me. As she massaged it, she pushed the areola and nipple up, inviting my attention. I gave it. I covered as much of her breast as I could, sucking and licking. All the while my mouth is focusing on her breasts, my fingers are delving into the depths of her womanhood. She was growing wetter as my fingers probed into her tight vaginal canal. I was able to use two fingers when her juices lubricated the opening and walls. She raised and lowered her hips as I pushed my fingers in deeply and pulled them almost all the way out. Regie’s breathing became deeper and quicker. I slowly pulled my fingers out, spreading her lips with my index and fourth finger. With the tip of my middle finger I gently touched her clit. Her whole body flinched, and she began to move her hips up and down. I circled the hard button, lubricating it with her own juices.

“Aaaaah,” she cried out. As I continued to suck gently on her breast, teasing the nipple with my tongue, my finger was moving across her clit. The thought came to me that I was the first man to cause her to feel this pleasure. I slid my finger down her slit and pushed deeply into her canal. Pressing the flat of my hand against her pussy and rubbing over her clitoral area, I pushed my finger in and pulled it out, increasing the speed of my movements. She pushed her hips up to match the motion of my hand. I raised up and looked into her face. Our eyes met. I kissed her quickly between her gasps for breath. She smiled as best she could. I smiled as I focused my attention on allowing her to feel the pleasure that was building within her body. She was no longer able to stroke me. She continued to hold my stiff member, but her body would not allow her hand to move.

Suddenly, she pushed her head back into the pillow. Her legs began to shake and her hips moved up against my hand. I increased the speed of my movements against he clit and into her pussy. I felt the muscles contract around my fingers. Her breaths were short and quick. Her mouth opened and she released a long, low moan. Her legs stiffed and squeezed against my leg that was between them. Her body shook, her hips was gyrating against me, and her arms wrapped around me, pulling me into her. The spasms welled up and swept over her. As I pushed my fingers deeply into her, I felt her cum. The palm of my hand became soaked with the wetness that flowed from within her. Her body moved in a constant series of jerks and gyrations for what seemed like an eternity.

“Ah, ah, ah,” she sighed loudly. The spasms began to ease. The inner walls of her vaginal canal were pulsing. Her breathing began to slow and her body began to relax. For the next moments, her body flinched as the spasms lessened in intensity, but the pleasure lingered in the contractions of her lower abdomen and pussy. Regie’s arms collapsed beside her and she laid motionless except for the rise and fall of her chest. I slowly caressed her now swollen and wet lips. I allowed my fingers to remain inside her, moving slightly, but I eased the pressure on her clit.

After several minutes, Regie turned to face me. She licked her lips and swallowed. She opened her mouth to breath a few times. I cannot describe the look in her eyes. There seemed to be a mixture of passion and contentment. Her lips formed a slight smile. Her eyes indicated she seemed to be searching for words, but the words she needed were not known to her. Finally she spoke.

“I, uh...I uh.” She paused. She shook her head slowly. “I didn’t know a feeling like that existed.” I leaned to kiss her softly. I smiled at her.

“I guess I really can’t know what you just felt,” I whispered. “But, I want what you felt to be an expression of my love for you. At least, as much of an expression of the part of my love that I can share with you now.”

She smiled. “I’m not sure I can handle anymore if that was just a part of it.” Our lips met for a moment. “I need you to help me know how I can show my love for you.” She shook her head slowly. “Scott, I think I know what pleases a man. At least I heard and saw what they wanted my mama to do to them and for them.” She paused as if a image of her past came to her mind. She shook her head to dismiss it. “But what I need to learn is how to love you, not just please you.”

“My darling, Regie, there will be plenty of time for us to learn about each other. And we will learn how to love each other. And I don’t mean just in bed.” I brought my hand from between her legs, wiping my fingers on the sheet before I touched her face. “What is so good about being in love is that sex is just a part of what we will share that brings pleasure and happiness.” I kissed her. “Regie, you just gave me pleasure by allowing me to share this with you.”

“But I want to please you, too, like you did for me.” I shook my head. “My darling, I am not sure you have the strength.” She smiled and nodded, acknowledging that she was physically drained. “What I would like to do now is to hold you. I want to wrap my arms around you and feel you next to me. I want you to go to sleep, knowing that from this moment on, you fill my heart and you have all my love.”

I laid beside her as she turned her body to mine. With her head on my arm, she cuddled against me, my other arm pulling her into me. Our legs intertwined as I felt her body relax. There were no more words. Within a few minutes she was breathing softly. My thoughts were of the future. I had no idea about when we might be able to marry; but I wanted it to be as soon as possible. I knew people in the community would think it inappropriate. But at that moment, opinions of others did not matter. As I drifted into a peaceful sleep, I whispered to the woman in my arms, “I love you.”

The following day was Saturday. I woke up later than usual. The sun was up. Regie was laying with her back to me. I wanted to reach over and caress her, but I decided to allow her to sleep. I slowly got out of bed, made my way to the bathroom, shutting the door behind me. I showered and shaved, all the time thinking of what had happened just hours before. I was attempting to convince myself that I could control my urges for her. I felt confident I could do so as long as I reminded myself that love and sex are two different things. I loved Regie. I would do whatever it took to express that, even if it meant refraining from making love to her until we were married, or at least she was out of school.

I dressed quietly in the pale morning light coming through the window shades. I went to the kitchen and made coffee while I drank my juice and ate a banana. I planned the day. I would begin rounding up the cows I would take to the auction the following week. As I sipped from my mug, Regie walked into the kitchen.

“Mornin’,” I said to her. Her hair was mussed but she looked beautiful. She was wearing one of my shirts. She leaned over and gave me a kiss. As she did, my hand naturally reached out to her. I placed my hand behind her right thigh. I raised it to her butt cheeks, discovering that she was still without panties. I squeezed her lightly. She pushed her tongue into my mouth and lingered in her kiss, moaning softly.

“Good morning to you,” she said when our lips parted. As I lowered my hand, she took it in hers and brought it to her lips. She kissed it. “Thank you for last night.”

“You don’t have to thank me,” I responded. “I’m glad I could please you.”

She seemed thoughtful for a moment. She walked to the counter and poured a glass of juice from the bottle I left there. She returned and sat across from me at the table. “Scott, I’m not just thanking you for the pleasure you gave me.” She was again thoughtful. “The men that my mom brought home were harsh, sometimes cruel, and always angry. I never saw an expression of care for my mom, certainly not love.” She reached for my hand. “Last night, you allowed me to experience love, not just from the pleasure I felt, which was amazing by the way, but from your gentleness and your softness. I felt your care for me.” She kissed my hand again. “For that I thank you.”

She was still holding my hand when Madie walked in. She did not say a word as she crawled into my lap, holding her bunny. She laid her head against my shoulder as I wrapped my arm around her. I leaned back in the chair, sipping my coffee. Regie looked at me. There was thoughtful expression on her face.

“Scott, I really think she sees you as her daddy.” She said the words softly in a whisper. Madie opened her eyes and looked up at me.

“I wish you were my daddy,” she said. She lowered her head again.

“You’re the first man to ever hold her like that,” Regie said. “I guess you’re the first man to do a lot of things in our lives.” There was a sly grin on her face. “I think I’ll go get dressed.” She rose and touched her little sister. “You comin’?” she asked.

“In a minute,” was the sleepy reply. I held this innocent young girl in my arms while the words she had spoken echoed through my thoughts. “Her daddy,” I was saying again and again to myself. “Why would she want me to be her daddy?” I kissed the top of her head. Her body was totally relaxed in my arms. It came to my mind that this was the first time she had ever felt really safe. This was the first place she could call home. I was the first man to express to her that she was a person of value. The conclusion I came to was that such a man would normally be a child’s father.

“Well, I guess we’ll just have to see about this,” I thought to myself as I cradled her to me. “A daddy. Just think what that means, Scott Macland.” Here I was in the middle of nowhere. I had asked a seventeen year old girl to marry me and her twelve year old sister wants me to be her daddy. Unconsciously I sipped from my mug while my thoughts traveled into areas that for me were more distant and just as strange as some of the countries where I had served. “But this is home. This is home for us,” I said softly, causing Madie to look up at me.

“I like this home,” she said.

“Me, too. Me, too.” I held her a few more minutes before she sat up.

“I’ll go get dressed.” She turned after walking a few steps to the bedroom. “Even if you aren’t my daddy, I still love you.” She walked down the hall still clutching to her bunny.

I put out cereal boxes as I prepared for breakfast. The girls returned dressed for the day. Both were wearing jeans, work shirts, and boots. After breakfast we busied ourselves around the barn, stock pens, and other ranch buildings. After lunch we saddled the horses in preparation for beginning to gather the cattle for the auction. Madie asked if she could ride Lady out the mailbox for the mail. Regie mounted Blackie and rode along with her sister. I watched as they walked out of the corral. They were adjusting well to life on the ranch. Madie spurred Lady to a trot. Regie followed on Blackie. It pleased me to think that I was able to provide a home for them. As I watched their horses kick up dust and the girls riding as if they had been doing it all their lives, I reflected on my life. Even when I was surrounded by men in my team, I was a loner. I had not purposely separated myself from people, but I had not actively sought out relationships. Now that these two young women-to-be were in my life, I realized what I had been missing. Even though they lost their mom to drugs, their lives had changed for the better. Their futures was more positive. Their potentials could be realized. But they were not alone in what their futures would hold. My life had changed for the better. Whatever was in my future would be much more enjoyable, maybe exciting, because Regie and Madie would be important to me.

We spent the afternoon riding over open prairie. Regie and Madie helped gather the cows. They were riding good stock horses who knew what needed to be done. The girls were more along for the ride, but I made a point to acknowledge their work. They seemed to delight in knowing that they were actually working. By later afternoon we had separated a trailer load from the herd. We drove them toward a holding pen where I would load them onto the trailer. Regie put out hay and Madie made sure there was plenty of water for the cows. By the time we watered, fed, and rubbed down the horses, we were all dusty and tired. We sat in the back porch after pulling off our boots.

“That was fun,” Madie said, brushing dust off her jeans. “I liked doing that.”

“Fun,” I said in a mocking voice. “Girl, this ain’t supposed to be fun. This is work.”

“I sure is nice being outside. It is so pretty here,” Regie stated. She stretched out her legs. “But I also think this is more work than fun.”

The sun was about to settle behind a distant mountain. “I think I’ll go wash off some of this dirt,” I said as I rose. “We’ll work on supper in a bit.” The girls stood, commenting the need for showers. We each went to our bedrooms.

Since the house had three bathrooms, I commented that we could each use a shower. There seemed to be a consensus that this was a good idea. I closed the door to my bedroom and began to strip off my clothes. I adjusted the water in the shower and stepped in. I stood under the warm water, allowing it to wash over me, removing dirt, and relieving the soreness of my muscles. My eyes were closed as I enjoyed the sensation caused by the water.

“Mind if I join you?” Regie asked as she stepped into the shower. I opened my eyes and turned around in surprise.

“Uh, are you sure you should be doing this? What about Madie?” I was not sure this situation could be explained to her satisfaction.

“She’s in her shower singing to the top of her lungs,” Regie replied. I moved aside as she stepped under the flow of water. I gazed at her body as she wet her hair and applied shampoo. She was tall for a girl. I figured she was 5' 10" at least. Her waist was slim and her hips had just a bit of flair. Her legs were shaped well. The water cascaded across her butt cheeks. She turned toward me as she rinsed her hair. Her breasts bounced as she raised her arms and ran her fingers through her hair, allowing the water to wash away the lather. They were firm with no sag. They were not large but still a nice size. I certainly had enjoyed them the night before. Her areola were puffy and pointed. Her nipples were like bumps until the water flowed over them. I watched as they became more erect and hard. I wanted to cover them with my mouth as I had done less than twenty-four hours earlier, but I resisted the temptation. She opened her eyes, noticing my gaze. She smiled.

“Hmmmm. This feels good,” she sighed. She brought her own washcloth, but she reached for mine. She wet it and began lathering it up with the bar of soap. She stepped toward me and began rubbing the cloth over my chest and shoulders. I stood in amazement. She continued to look into my eyes as her hands brushed over my body and down my arms. She kneeled and began washing my legs. Obviously, my cock was now pulsating as an erection began. She stood in front of me, dropping the cloth to the floor. She took the bar of soap and began lathering her hands. Setting the bar on its shelf, she reached down and grasped my cock. She started stroking me slowly, her soapy fingers gliding over my skin easily and gently. I began to grow harder as the sensation of her touch sent waves of pleasure through my body. I reached out with my hands and began to massage her breasts. This added to the wonderful pleasure I was feeling.

“Is this okay?” she whispered. I nodded slowly. “I want to please you.” She continued the movements of her hands, back and forth. “Tell me what you need,” she said.

“Right now you are doing just fine,” I was able to say. “It’s been a long time since I’ve been touched like this.” She smiled.

“Not the last time.” She stood on her tip toes and kissed me, causing my cock to brush against her skin as she stroked me. I moaned. “I want to make you feel good.”

“I can assure you that if you keep doing what you are doing, you will make me feel good in about one minute.” I leaned against the shower wall. She increased the pace of her movements. I gently grasped her shoulders with my hands. I could feel the stirring deep down. My scrotum tightened. “I’m there, sweetheart,” I said. Suddenly I erupted and my knees almost buckled under me. There seemed to be little warning. There was a rush and a series of spasms that send stream after stream of my semen spurting from the now, very sensitive tip of my cock. I held on to Regie as she pumped her hands over me. I groaned as I placed my hands on the shower wall to give myself some stability. The spasms slowed and lessened in intensity. I sighed loudly. Regie continued to slowly move her hands back and forth. The heel of her palm moved over the head of my softening member, causing me to jump.

“Sorry,” she said. She released me. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“You didn’t hurt me. I just get so sensitive after I cum. Your touch feels too good to take.” She leaned into me and we kissed. I was able to push myself away from the wall. As we kissed, I backed her under the flow of water. It cascaded over our bodies as we embraced. I caressed her skin, moving my hands down her back, squeezing her ass cheeks. She pressed her body to mine as our tongues met and played. Her arms were wrapped around my neck as our kiss lingered. Finally, we separated our lips.

“I think we need to shower,” she said. We both finished lathering and rinsing. Regie dried off enough to make her way to my bedroom door. She opened it and peeked out, looking to see where Madie might be. She turned, blew me a kiss, and quickly stepped into the hall. I dried off and got dressed. As I walked down the hall toward the den, I heard the sound of Madie’s voice coming from her bedroom. She was singing along with the radio or a cd.

I had hamburgers on the gas grill on the back porch by the time the girls joined me. Both of them had wet hair. They busied themselves in the kitchen, getting other items ready. We ate on the back porch even though the evening had begun to get cooler. After we ate and cleaned up our messes, Madie watched a tv program. Regie was curled up on the sofa reading. I went to the office to take care of bills. When I returned to the den, I sat on the sofa. Madie sat next to me and Regie turned so she could lay her head on my leg. I was going to make a comment about the show that was on when I realized that both of them were asleep.

“Rough day on the ranch,” I said to myself. Then I yawned and admitted to myself that I was pretty tired, too. I woke them up and guided them to their bedrooms. Madie had already put her sleep T-shirt on. I tucked her into bed as she grabbed her bunny. She was asleep by the time I turned off the light. Regie was in her room when I knocked lightly on the door. I opened it and looked in.

“Come in,” she said quietly. She had pulled off her sweat pants and was pulling her shirt over her head. She stood in her panties and no bra. As I looked at her, admiring this perfect physical specimen of womanhood, she slid her panties off and kicked them aside. “I’ll sleep in here tonight,” she said, walking to me and kissing he softly.

“I think that may be a good idea. I only have so much will power.” I told her “goodnight” and went to my room. I stripped my clothes off, brushed my teeth, and went to bed. I was asleep within two minutes of turning off the light. The last thing on my mind was the image of Regie.

To be continued...

anonymous readerReport

2013-10-29 09:55:17
Great story . I'm enjoying for the second time. Couldn't help getting my cock out towards the end and stroking it.

anonymous readerReport

2013-10-09 22:02:46
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anonymous readerReport

2013-06-09 17:31:19
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anonymous readerReport

2012-11-21 00:00:54
It's just that you have a 12 year old acting more like a 9 or 10 yr old, especially one that has had a hard life in which she would have to have grown more street wise.

anonymous readerReport

2012-05-30 13:54:29
Short, sweet, to the point, FREE-exactly as informaiotn should be!

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