"Reaching out she took her father's hand in hers and looked warmly into his eyes."We each were born with gifts. I can see all the things you will do a...nd could do." Fedora said.Astonished Iptomas asked, "You can see the future like your grandfather?"Thinking about it for a moment Fedora knelt down and began to trace lines in sand. Kneeling down on the soft sand he tried to get a closer look at what she was doing. When she was finished she pointed at what she had drawn."Each line represents a. I shouldn’t have done this. Please, I just want to go home.”“Not yet, Cara. We’re doing what you wanted. You’re nude with me and I can touch and feel you all over, right?”“Yes, that’s what I wanted, but now I should go home. You can feel me if you want, but then I’ll just get my coat and go home.”“No, this is way too exciting for us to quit now.”He put my hand on the bulge in his pants. He was rock hard…and big. Then he felt between my legs. I was soaking wet…and his touch nearly made me. Sure you do." Yes, I think I do. And there's something important you need to know:it's not your fault." Oh, I know it's not my fault. It's her fault. She did this. She didit to me and she did it to herself. Fuck her."I know that the situation is more complex than that, more nuanced, butnow is not the time for a debate."I know, Kandy. I understand. It's not your fault." So, Barbie, what makes you so wise and all knowing, huh? How can youpossibly know what's going on? Huh? Tell me.". Still the boy stood and stared and now the manager noticed something else. The boy, probably not more than 11 or 12, maybe 13, stood with one foot forward and on his toes; one hand clasped to his chest and the other extended downward with wrist flexed and fingers splayed. His head was turned at an angle, and tilted also and his shoulders were cocked at the opposite slant of his hips.Realization for the floor manager dawned: the exact same pose the mannequin stood in! Obviously, the boy was.