He had of course been careful, straddling the line between too much aggression on the one hand which would have frightened her (that was why he had picked the library where she knew inwardly she could stop what was happening at any moment ) and her need for him to be the aggressor (she might be frustrated, but with her upbringing she simply could never bring herself to make the first move, thus she could assuage her conscience by telling herself he had "forced" himself on her). So he had confronted her, the "accident" throwing her mentally off balance, his eyes and voice calculated to continue to do the same while his lips, hands and body completed the conquest. The truth be known he could have taken her right then and there, but he enjoyed the game almost as much as the ultimate victory and so had charmed her out of panties and bra. When he told her to come to his apartment this evening without bra and panties and be prepared to be filled like never before, she had indignantly said. She walks by old Mr. Brown’s orchard. He is using a spade to clear some obtrusive grass from the entrance. She stops and crouches down across from the old man. “Hey, Mr. Brown. Remember me? Tinsel?”He looks at her. She is wearing a tight red shirt and a very short skirt. She gives him a big smile. “Tinsel!” he says, remembering her. “I remember you. Look at you. You’re all grown up now.” Mr. Brown stands.Tinsel thinks of the time she was locked out of the house in the rain and Mr. Brown had let her stay inside his house until her adopted father got home. The orchard looked just the same and he had told her she was welcome to take whatever apples she wanted whenever she wanted. As she grew up she noticed Mr. Brown staring at her body when she walked by. He tended to be out near the entrance whenever she was walking home from school.Tinsel stands in front of Mr. Brown. She is now a head taller than him. She looks around and sees no traffic or other neighbors around. “Mr. Brown...” she.
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