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*Emily Hinata trotted up the stairs, rolling around her mouth a fresh cherry. Bits of cake littered her dress, crumbs flaking from the denim, her fingers sticky and smelling of sweet pineapple. Licking her fingers, she makes her stop at a nearby door, already smelling the soap from the other side. Unfortunately, Emily also heard the running water, mixed with the nonchalant hum of a woman* Emily: *exasperated* Again?! She’ll be in there forever!
I like finding myself a young teen. I could be driving along the main road toward the motorway and see one walking. I would stop and ask him for directions and he’d say he was going that way and would show me. (Got him!)
Disclaimer: This is clearly a work of fiction and it is meant to remain that way. Unlike fictional words on a page, the amount of damage––mentally and physically––that can be done to a child is incalculable. Child molestation in reality is cold and ugly and grotesque.
First let me tell you a little something of me. I write in the name Nekomusumi for two reasons. It matches the email I use and to protect me from anyone in my family finding the site. Even if Nekomusumi is really spelled Nekomusume it looks kawaii with the i. Dragon’san said that some things isn’t allowed so I’ll only light-like mention it and not in detail like in my other version. The story is like an H-manga only with words instead of pictures. Words written like this is a Japanese word I forgot the English for or that I write the English later or before somewhere. Let’s meet the main characters, Fuji Rin and Iree Ryou. Fuji Rin Author’s notes: Dave let out a deep sigh as he sat down in his office hair. Another day at work, and oh did he love his work. It had taken many years of careful planning and preparation, but a little less than two years ago it all became real. He was now sitting in his office in the state-of-the-art movie studio he and his companions ran. And not any kind of movie studio, it was a child porn movie studio. Closing his eyes, he remembered how it all came to be. Morrie leaned back in the leather swivel chair, listening to the soft “chuff” of pages slipping into the printer bin. The sound of the shower next door had finished a little while ago but he wasn’t concerned about the boy doing anything stupid. Sanjay had gone very quiet after watching him upload both the movies, and had jumped at the offer of getting himself cleaned up. Meanwhile Morrie had been spending his time productively. The more he’d thought about it the less it had seemed possible that this fancy place could be supported by the half-derelict packing plant in the valley. That thought, coupled with the things the boy had said had brought him here to Ms Chandra’s study. |
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