May 10, 2012 (1:30p.m.)

"There's no reason to keep Wendy here, Joe...Why don't you drive her home and I'll stay here with Sherry."

Joe nods. "I think that would be best...I'll be back as quick as I can."

"Look at the people waiting to see a doctor...Sherry may be waiting for hours...No need to rush."

Again he nods. He takes 5-year-old Wendy's hand and leads her from the busy emergency room.

In the pickup, Wendy sits silently beside her pawpaw. She's silent until the truck begins bumping down the rutted, weedy, lane. She scoots to the window and looks out at the thick stands of southern pines that line both sides of the lane. "Where we going, pawpaw?"

"To my special place" he tells his pretty granddaughter with a smile.

"Why?" she asks.

"To play a special game" he tells her.

"I can play too?" she asks.

"Oh yes" he replies.

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(2:10p.m.)

Wendy lies in the truck seat, her head near the steering wheel. Pawpaw's kneeling in the floorboard. She moves up on her elbows so she can see what he's doing.

"Do you like that?" he asks the staring 5-year-old.

She shrugs staring at his fingers rubbing on her underpants right where the pee comes out. She doesn't think he should be doing that. That's what the policeman told them in her kindergarten. Don't go with strangers or let strangers touch you where your bathing suit goes. But her new pawpaw wasn't a stranger so maybe it was okay if he touched there. There was this funny tickle there and she likes that.

"This is going to be our special secret, Wendy, and you have to promise to never tell anyone not even mommy, okay?"

Wendy bobs her head.

Joe shifts around in the floorboard to get more comfortable and in a better position to molest his new step granddaughter. He bends one of her knees upward and lays it against the back part of the seat then moves the other leg off the seat spread her as wide as possible. The crotch of her yellow-flowered cotton panties are stretched across the chubby hidden swell of her 5-year-old pussy. He leans down and licks the crotch of her panties. Their's the slight taste of pee mixed with her pussy juices and this makes his head swim. Somewhere in his foggy brain, he hears Wendy snicker.

Joe has to move on as he pinches the legband between his fingers and stretches her cotton crotch to the side exposing her roly-poly bald pussy. God, he has been wanting to do this for months. The tiny baby-size clitoris is just visible at the apex of her moist pussy slit. Joe presses a fingertip to it and gently begins worrying it moving it in small circles.

"That tickles!" giggles Wendy squirming in the seat. With curious fasination, she watches his finger swirling round and round.

"Don't you like that?" Joe asks knowing the answer. He has frigged his share of 5-year-old's, and not one has ever told him to stop.

"Huh-uh" whispers Wendy. "It makes my tummy feel good."

"Do you want me to stop"

"Uh-uh"

"You're not going to tell are you?"

"No, I promise not to tell."