"God, Danny!" she wheezed in post orgasmic euphoria. "I haven't had that done to me since we were kids and you did it." Really?" I said, smiling up at... her and wiping her access cum from my face. "Doesn't Ted... ?" Hell, no! He thinks a woman's pussy is some sacred but dirty place. He makes me wash it before sex so it isn't too stinky for him. He'd never put his face near it." Is that so?" I said, crawling up the bed so that I was beside her.Ellen nodded and then pulled me to her and deeply. Granny always greeted her with a smile, hugged her in a way that did not make her cringe and lavished love and attention on her as if she knew.On the day Corrine ran away she tried to call her Granny but no one answered. Scared that she would be caught and dragged back home, she stuck out her thumb and went where the first truck took her, which was Bethlehem. Cold, lonely and scared, she found a home among the hookers. Pretty soon she was one of them, working, eating and living out long, empty. It smelt wonderful.As quietly and gently as possible I pulled my arm – which at that moment felt more like a lump of clay that had spun off the potter’s wheel, rather than an appendage that was still attached to me – from beneath her neck. Summer mumbled and muttered and curled up tighter.As I sat on the bed, I could only stare at her and shake my head. She looked like a normal twelve-year-old, dreaming of things both childlike from her past and a mysterious adult future, not the grown woman. Maybe she will engineer a little situation so I can do that.We talked about films and music, because this time I wasn’t there on business and we had to talk about something. Monique sat opposite me and this time she had something to play with: the hem of her dress, which she swept from side to side, pulled up a little, let fall. It was like the dance of the seven veils and the performance was so quick and minimalist that I thought I saw a flash of beige undies but I couldn’t be sure.Again,.