With an eager devil resting on your other shoulder, you stop fighting the urge
From Create Your Own Story
You smile devillishly and lay back on your comfortable, un-made bed. You close your eyes and imagine the perfect victim. What kind of victim?...you imagine girls from all walks of life. Young, blonde, spoilt innocent little child. If she thinks the worst kind of problem is not getting that new thing she wants, obviously she's never met someone like you before. You imagine her soft, strawberry-scented blonde cork-screw curls falling messily on her shoulders ready for your eager hands. That sweet little button nose and her rosy lips. Dreamy, naive eyes. "Mmmm, yes that sounds good," you growl, feeling pressure building down south. You unbuckle your belt and unzip yourself. You decide to let your friend have a little fresh air. You stroke it a few times before zipping back up. You don't want to do anything just yet. You stare at your bedside clock. It's still early.
There's still time to kill as it's much too early for any kids to be out and about. What to do?
