We spent a week together, getting used to the busses and making our way around. We had stocked our bedrooms, the bathroom and the fridge. I bought an old television and burned some movies for her on DVD's so she could watch something in English. For this week, she kept on asking to be pleasured and I always accepted. I had rubbed her moist clit in front of Snow White, which had been rather hilarious. I'm pretty sure she had come at the part where the wench bit into the apple too. I had upgraded once to the larger extension for the vibrator and she loved it, although admitted it was tighter than the last. I used it on her twice before the weekend. That's when we had a little problem.

I was teaching her -obviously I wouldn't let her go stupid- some math that even I found a bit complicated for a ten-year-old and she started to rebel against me. She would toss aside the work and sigh, looking away from me as I tried to make the material stick. Did she not see me as a role-model or teacher? Probably not.

"What's wrong Bee? You hungry?"

"No."

She was sharp now. She had grown into me, knowing how to state her demands and request sexual favours. I would also then have to put my foot down and assert my authority.

"What is it then?" I rebuked, clearly, sternly.

"I... I want to see some friends."

"Friends... like other children?"

She nodded, and blushed. "I'm embarrassed."

"Why?"

What the hell? She was embarrassed about this and yet opened her legs to my ravenous eyes each day and night?

"Because... I know you don't like to be seen in public with me."

"No... that's not it. You know it's because of our secret that it makes it harder, but if you want to go to the park today, that's fine, I have some work to do. I'll bring my laptop."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah! Bee, it's totally fine to ask to go play, and be with other children. Anytime, okay? Just remember..."

"Never tell anyone our secret," she sighed out.

"But Bee... it's not just this." She looked up at me in deep wonder. "You can't do to others what you do to me in my room, and let others do it to you."

"Yes, okay. Cole, I already know all of this."

"I know you know. I won't mention it again."

Was I being too repetitive? No. Indoctrination was key. She was ten, for Lilith's sake! She got dressed to go out in rather rainy weather and I checked my guide quickly. It was normal for her to feel alienated if I would keep her quarantined, which wasn't my intent. I would have to make it my routine, then, to go to the park, like how a dog wanted to be walked at a certain time of every day.

We went out to the nearest playground. There weren't any kids her age there since it was raining, but there were a few young teens. I went up to them and asked:

"Hey, you speak English?"

"Yeah," they responded.

They seemed nice, a couple boys and girls. "I know you're a bit older, but you think you could play something with my niece, she's feeling lonely today. It would mean a lot to me."

"How much you got?"

Bribes? The kids here demanded to be bribed? Wow. I was almost impressed. I slipped them a bill and they nodded and went over to Bee. It wasn't raining, it was humid and gross, but I still needed to get my work done. I would check up on them once in a while; they played a running around game and Bee was having the time of her life, running and laughing. It amazed me how the guide had worked, how she was totally unaffected physically, psychologically or physiologically by our sexual relation. I had succeeded into separating the spaces in our domains and creating the right aura for each one.

"Is she your daughter?" asked a woman's voice behind me that made me jump. My heart thrashed and I closed my laptop screen. I looked up and saw a blonde woman in her probably late twenties, smiling at me.

"No. She's my niece, but she's practically my daughter. Her parents died. I'm taking care of her now."

"Is it difficult? Do you like it?"

"She gets lonely, hence why I am here at the moment."

"I understand. My son is playing with her. I'm a bit of a mother hen, see."

"Same."

She snickered. "What's your name?"

Shit... some bitch was interested in me. I sighed. I didn't want to reveal too much about me, however, should I remain silent or evasive, she could ask questions and then start rumours. Women...

"I'm sorry, but I had a rough break-up with my girlfriend a few months ago. She and I had been together for almost seven years... she was a part of me."

Oof, my pants were scorching!

"I... I'm sorry. I shouldn't have been so forward. I'm Miranda."

"Hello Miranda."

No. I couldn't say my name. I wouldn't give into her need for information. She was scaring me, really, but I couldn't show this.

"Again, I'm sorry for being like this toward you, cold and all. I don't feel comfortable around... you are very pretty and it's a bit saddening to me."

Denim inferno!

It was hilarious because she gobbled it all up like those cows in bukkake videos.

"All right. I'll leave you be." She left and walked to the other bench. Ah, sweet silence and loneliness. I gazed up to check on the kids, who were now playing a version of hide-and-seek. I did some of my work and luckily was able to connect to a random server and sent it out to my employer. I didn't want to call her down, but honestly, I was starting to feel a slight cold stab of jealousy. It was crazy and I hated myself for it, but that did not make it less real. I could feel as if a slight flake of my utopia was being chipped off and that now my golden-plated sculpture, my resistance, my glory and accomplishment was tainted. No, I wouldn't go so far as that, but I feared. She was right. Outside, I worried. I didn't want someone to find out about us because even if I did attempt to tell them that I had always asked permission, that I had never forced her and that she was happy, they wouldn't understand. Not even in Amsterdam. Honestly the only way possible that I be let off was if Beatrice would deny our sexual doings.

I sighed and closed my eyes. I lived in a dark paradise, indeed a closed garden surrounded by the glaring eyes of angels and light and all that creepy good stuff. This was my space, and it almost seemed like it needed some adjustments. I probably needed a new job...

"Cole!" cried out Beatrice.

I did not look up, because then the woman would know that it was me. Then again, who else would she be speaking to? I ended up waving at her and then going up to the module to speak to her. She looked at me through some yellow bars and I asked:

"Are you having fun?"

"Yes!"

"You like this, playing with others?"

"Yes! You want to play with me?"

"Not here, no," I whispered.

She smiled and then went back to playing with the teens.

We went home for lunch and I made some very plain ham sandwiches and tomato soup, because. She wasn't a picky eater, thank Baal. I wasn't feeling too good, morally and physically, which were linked hand-in-hand. She caught on that I wasn't my usual and asked:

"Cole? What is it?"

I sighed. "I'm... I'm a bit depressed, Bee."

"Why?"

She put down her soup spoon and reached over for my hand.

"Because I'm scared."

"Scared of what?"

I looked up at her. Something in her had changed. It might be the fact that I spoke to her like an equal, not simply like a child. I had read that speaking to a child as if they were older would cause them to want to become the expected individual, well... sometimes. She was acting more like a high-schooler than a preschooler.

"Plenty of things."

I wasn't going to tell her. I couldn't tell her the truth, anyway there was no truth to tell. It was society that was in the wrong concerning relationships. If a man wanted to be with another man, so be it! If a sister wanted to be with her brother, so be it! If a black man wanted to marry an Asian woman, then so be fucking it. But there was no room for me, not that there was much else for incestuous pairings, but still! She was so happy and I was... ever-delighted, should that be a thing. Why couldn't everyone else simply accept it? She wouldn't understand such concepts now, and I felt underpowered and snuffed.

"Why are you depressed, Cole?" she murmured very softly.

"I'll get over it. You're here with me and it's all that matters."

"Really?"

"Really. You make me a happy guy, Bee."

"Yay!" she exclaimed, embracing me over the table.

I took her into my arms; I did not ask her permission, did not consult my guide, but I undid my pants. She cued in and removed her own, panties with it. I placed her legs of each side of me and I pressed my erection against her young petals. I noticed that they were more prominent now, her lips had blossomed out and loosened very slightly from the first time I had caressed them. Holding her midsection, I rubbed myself on her. She leaned back on the table and closed her eyes to feel me, her hips arching, pushing her clit onto my rock-hard dick. I stared at her and lost myself, my hands clamping around her hips dangerously. She was wet, she was needing and so was I.

I angled my penis to her vagina and she pressed her hand on my chest.

"Cole, you're breathing so hard!"

"Sh-" Shut up. Shut up so I can fuck you.

I was an adult and I had needs. I had her. And yet, those eyes were not her eyes, they were the eyes of my mother, of my brother. Her gaze showed me her concern, for my well-being, for my soul. Somewhere within her memories, in an eternal lifetime, another dimension, she knew that I would regret this moment forever. Her small hand pressed, her small fingers caressed absently and I grabbed for it and kissed it tenderly.

"You're right... I am..."

I held in my breath and then released slowly. I still wanted her, but I was able to control myself enough. I parted her pink, perfect lips with my fingers and pushed my tip onto her warm, moist cleft. Not at the table. I grabbed her and she gasped in surprise as I brought her to my room. The window was open, letting in cool, fresh air. I had bought those white, almost opaque curtains that still let in the light, so I could see her and she could see me in the morning, the afternoon.

I placed her on my bed and climbed over her. She trusted me completely now, we were sexual partners, and although I had to admit that I hated myself for having played her like this, I loved the feeling too much to ever let go. She opened her legs and I propped her behind up, holding her so I could see her greedy child sex. I delved my middle finger into her vagina, and she mewled in pleasure. She wasn't as tight as the first time, so I fingered her faster, and watched her cheeks redden, her clitoris pulse. She exalted with each breath, pushing into my finger, wanting it all. I licked her cream and caressed her smooth, youthful skin. I brought my hard penis to her slit and pushed in very slightly, just so I saw the very end of my tip nestle inside of her. I moved in a bit more, and she asked me:

"What are you doing?"

"I... I don't know," I admitted.

I was I doing? I stopped before I went any further and grabbed the vibrator that was in the drawer by my bedside. I lay down, pulled her onto me and told her to face the other way, like she had done a while back when we had given each other oral. I didn't have to tell her anymore: to order her or manipulate her. She was already on my erection, sucking and licking with fervent ardour. I didn't turn the vibrator on and poked at the entrance and walls of her sex before thrusting it fully into her vagina. She moaned with my dick in her mouth, which was cute and felt her teeth bite down slightly. Baby teeth... I held back an orgasm right there, just thinking about her small mouth, her delicate, burning, tongue. I pushed the toy inside of her and she flexed, her lips kissing the sides of the silicone. I wanted to pleasure her, but I was too focused on myself.

"Fuck..." I grumbled.

I managed to turn on the vibrator and she started to moan. Good. This was exactly why those sixty dollars were worth it. The only thing I did was press it on the sides of her vagina just so they could stretch a bit more. I was out of it. I closed my eyes as I convulsed under her, holding back just until the right moment. She licked, whimpered, sucked, and I listened to this sweet music. Before I would flood her mouth with semen, I pulled on her shoulders and she sat up as I and placed my arms around her, as the first spurt of my fluid made me groan into her back and shudder like a madman. I gripped her ribcage and bit her small shoulder blade tenderly as I emptied myself.

"Cole..." she whimpered, her voice a distance echo in my glowing state.

I didn't answer; I don't think I could anyway.

"Cole!" she repeated, gripping my thighs on each side of her.

And then she cried out and dug her nails into my thigh. "Cole!" She screamed, like I had never heard her scream before, as if she was freeing a spirit from deep within. I slowly realized that she had had a vaginal orgasm. I pulled the vibrator out of her and stopped it. She breathed hard while still whining softly and wiped the tears. She wasn't crying. It was normal that girls cried at times during sex... or foreplay, whatever this was. She turned herself around and stared at me, smiling slightly, panting mostly.

"Freak you out a bit?" I asked her.

She nodded.

"Did you like it?"

She nodded again and could she have gotten redder, she would have. I held her against me and she kissed my chin before letting out a sighed and falling asleep. I followed her soon after, knowing that even if I wouldn't awaken again, I would have been irrevocably content.

-End of Part 8-