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Subject: {ASSM} {The Paganist} Juliet 6/16 (Mf)
Date: Tue, 20 Nov 2001 22:10:04 -0500
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{The Paganist} Juliet 6/16 (Mf)
 
 
     This story is fiction.  Agatha Christie didn't commit a
chain of grisly murders and I don't do these things.  If you
can't tell the difference between fantasy and the real world
then you shouldn't read this.
 
     If you aren't old enough, bold enough or strong enough
to be in this group, then DON'T READ THIS!  Go away.  Visit
another group.  Leave us alone.  If you do read this and
find yourself getting uncomfortable, that's your problem.
 
     I would appreciate any feedback on this story, even flaming
(at least you've taken the trouble to download the story
and read it).
 
          The Paganist  (the.paganist@ukonline.co.uk)
 
 
 
 
                     Juliet
 
                by The Paganist
 
 
                   Chapter 6
 
                   Shopping
 
We quickly cleaned up and changed and were dressed by the time Clive 
was starting to come round.
 
"Are you alright Clive?" I asked as he opened his eyes.
 
There were a few dud starts at speech before he managed to get his 
tongue under control.  He looked round the tent (we'd closed the 
inner tent and were in the living area so the pool wasn't visible).  
"Err... Yea... Don't know what came over me." He said with a puzzled 
expression on his face.
 
I helped him to his feet and back to the office.  Before I left he 
said, "Oh...Nearly forgot.  Here's the list you wanted."
 
Having double-checked that he was okay I left him there.  After 
making some 'phone calls I returned to the tent.
 
As I was walking I tried to figure out how I could handle this.  I 
wanted to get Juliet to ease off on the teasing (I could see that 
this could have led to a far more serious ending) but I didn't want 
to get too heavy because tomorrow was her birthday and I didn't want 
to sour that.
 
Back at the tent Juliet was still in the Dorothy outfit and looking 
apprehensive.
 
"How is he?" she asked.
 
"The doctor's with him now." I replied, "I thought it best with his 
heart condition."
 
"He's got a heart condition?  I didn't know."
 
"Well people don't tend to advertise." I said.
 
She became quiet.  
 
"Lets have some food." I suggested.
 
"No.  I think I should go and apologise."
 
"That's not a good idea." I replied, "It means admitting you've been 
teasing him all along and he probably wouldn't appreciate that."
 
"What do you think I should do then?"
 
"Nothing... But don't loose the Dorothy outfit." I smiled.
 
She seemed a little more at ease.  I was a lot more at ease, at least 
she'd be a little more careful about teasing.  I was just hoping that 
she didn't stop altogether; after all I enjoyed it almost as much as 
she did.
 
"Food...?" I reminded her.
 
"Oh... What would you like?" She said showing how much she was 
concentrating.
 
"Well I'll give you a list later but first I think we should have 
some food." I said.
 
This brought her back to the present with the return of the giggle.  
 
"How about hot-dogs?" I suggested.
 
She loved the idea and I soon had them under-way.  I had tinned hot-
dog sausages, freeze-dried onions and rolls that I'd bought from the 
camp shop earlier.  I managed to see off four of them (I needed my 
strength), and she managed three.
 
We enjoyed an hour in the pool before I had to drain it so that we 
could make room for the bedding.
 
By eight o'clock we settled on the bed for a cuddle and to prepare 
for the night ahead.  I had at least an hour of bliss before our 
romping started and then I was even more in bliss.  By midnight we 
were both in that exhausted sleep that only comes with contentment 
and complete sexual gratification.
 
Again I awoke to the feel of her gently humping back against me in 
her sleep.  This was definitely my favourite way to wake up.  After 
waking up the third time in my favourite way I suggested that we 
should get dressed.  She was only a little disappointed that I wasn't 
going to keep her there all day as a birthday present.  I told her 
that I had something else in mind.
 
Breakfast and ablutions taken care of we set off for the shops.  I 
told her that I wanted to buy her some new clothes (the Dorothy 
outfit was becoming the worse for wear).  Having asked her what sort 
of clothes she would like we started walking round the shops in the 
nearest large town.  
 
I've always hated shopping with a woman.  I'm sure that you know the 
routine cover every shop and you always end up in the first shop you 
went in.  Well Juliet was different.
 
We covered several of those department stores specialising in 
clothing and Juliet jumped into her little girl act at every 
opportunity.
 
The first was in the lingerie department where she looked at the silk 
knickers and started feeling the quality of the ones on the display 
counter; running her fingers inside the leg holes feeling the lace 
around the bottom, and finally looking to see if they were open-
crotch.  The woman behind the counter was clearly disgusted with this 
behaviour from a little girl in the company of a man.  Seeing this 
Juliet went for broke with, "Do you have any with openings around 
here?" to the assistant.  
 
The assistant looked at me for guidance but I played along, as if it 
was the most natural thing in the world for a 12year-old girl to 
enquire about open-crotch knickers, giving the assistant my best 
'what's wrong' look.
 
Eventually the assistant replied "No madam we don't have those in 
this department."  Then as a thought crossed her mind she said try 
leisurewear over there.  It looked as if there was an element of 
either vengeance or mischievous trick in this.  Juliet had now picked 
up a pair of the silk loose leg ones from the counter and turned to 
me holding them up against herself having lifted the front of her 
dress (yes she was wearing some) and said, "daddy do you like these?"  
The woman rushed off to find another customer; any other customer.
 
Making her way to the leisurewear counter she looked around and found 
another assistant.
 
"I've just come from over there and they said you might have some of 
those knickers that have an opening underneath."
 
In the true spirit of her calling the assistant didn't turn a hair: 
it was as if this was an everyday request from a 12 year-old.  
 
"Yes madam we have these over here." She led the way to the relevant 
counter. 
 
"Does madam have any particular colour or style in mind?"
 
"Yes I want those with loose legs and in champagne if you've got 
them."
 
The assistant reached under the counter and withdrew a box.
 
"I think these are about madams size," she said.
 
Juliet picked out a pair.  
 
"Will there be anything else madam?"
 
"Yes.  Have you got any of those bras with holes in them around the 
nipples?"
 
Again the assistant earned full marks for coolness, leading the way 
and going through a similar routine. 
 
Juliet slipped her arms through the straps and held the bra in place 
while going through the routine with the panties and turning to me 
said, "Will these do daddy?"
 
The assistant totally lost it and was away in a flash.
 
Carrying the items she wanted we found the girls wear department.  
She looked over the dresses for the best little girl skirt she could 
find and chose a very short kilt type skirt and a thin frilly blouse 
that was slightly transparent.
 
She looked for an assistant and still in best little girl voice asked 
if they had any changing rooms where she could try 'these things' on.  
The assistant showed us to the booths at the side and Juliet went in 
and drew the curtain.  A short while later she poked her head out and 
called "Daddy.  Can you help me please these knickers are so tight I 
can't get them off."
 
By the time we went to the till to pay there was a movement of 
assistants away from us furiously trying 'not to see us' wherever we 
walked.
 
The same process was repeated in two of the other three stores.
 
At the other store when she pulled the can you come and help me 
routine an assistant offered to help and moved to enter the booth.  
Juliet screamed her head off about one of the women trying to get in 
there with her and the manager sent the woman to his office and 
apologised assuring us that it would be quite alright for me to help 
'my little girl.'  Juliet had three orgasms while I 'helped.'  
 
Well it was her birthday wasn't it?
 
 
 
 
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