Tiny, fragile, innocent, lonely, and sad. These are the things you look for. Aren’t they just that? Flat chests, old torn clothes, and hungry. You know just what it is you are looking for. Your telescope is out, as they move in. You are anxiously waiting, and looking. You see bedroom furniture. Could it be?
The weather took a fucking early warm turn, and she is sitting alone in her shorts. You are nothing if not friendly, so you introduce yourself to the family with drinks and cookies. Those empty brown eyes are calling to you. You smile and make small talk to her. You know all about the games, dolls, and music little ones like. You fit in so well.
You make plans. You buy a kiddie pool, some yard toys and you are all set. You have never wanted anything so much.
Written By: Poison Ivy
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