Not That Kind of Girl

Grace was sitting up, babbling and smiling, and I leaned down between her legs and carefully spread open her vagina. She didn't resist

Her stickly, muscly little body thrashes beside me every night .. even as I slipped my hand into my underwear .. I always pretended to hate it.

Three pieces of candy if I could kiss her on the lips for five seconds.

Basically, anything a sexual predator might do to woo a small suburban girl I was trying.

Whatever she wanted to watch on TV if she would just "relax on me."