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Subject: {ASSM} Kids of the Neighborhood (02): Little Girl Dead  (fmm)
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KIDS OF THE NEIGHBORHOOD
by Varangian


Chapter Two: Little Girl Dead







Ladies of the Eagles' Auxiliary also participated in the
effort to find the missing girl by setting up a refreshment
stand next to the road for the searchers' benefit.  Sheriff
Begley and Deputy Cartwright stood nearby under a large elm
drinking coffee from paper cups.  They were in a somber
mood.  Dusk was almost upon the fields in which men and boys
moved slowly through the tall weeds in quest of  little
Alice.  Every one of them assumed she would not be found
alive.  They were convinced the late Ned Farnsworth had
killed his daughter, although they could not imagine why.

"It's just a matter of time," Begley said one more time.  He
crushed the cup with an easy squeeze of his hand and dropped
it into a trash receptacle next to the table.

"I've got to take a leak," Cartwright mumbled.  He moved
toward a stand of lilac that clustered a few yards away but
halted when the sheriff's phone buzzed.

"Begley here," the man announced.

Cartwright could make out the tinny voice that shouted from
the device.  "We've found her, Sheriff!  She's dead, all
right."

"Where are you?"

"Up the trail near the Plymouth intersection.  We're on the
right hand side.  You'll see our lights from the road."

Begley flipped shut the phone and returned it to his belt.
"Let's go," he said to his deputy,  walking toward the car
even before Cartwright could respond.

Their destination was half a mile away up a dirt road so
worn and abused that the car shuddered and bounced along
very slowly.

"Why'd he do it?" Cartwright wondered aloud.

"We don't yet know what he did, Red," the sheriff replied in
an absent voice, his attention focused on the darkening road
ahead.  He switched on the headlights.

Before long they saw an illumination off to their right - a
bright cluster of flashlights and a couple of lanterns.
Other flashlights waved in the field as searchers ran toward
the spot where the girl had been found. Begley carefully
turned his vehicle from the trail and guided it across the
bumpy ground.  He brought it to a halt a few yards from the
crowd that had turned to witness the car's approach.

"Call EMS," he ordered Cartwright as he stepped onto the
field, knowing the girl's body was there, knowing they would
need an ambulance.

People stood aside for him, to let him see the corpse
clearly.  Two men held lanterns aloft next to a bundle that
lay in the trampled weeds.  Cartwright joined him.

"Will you look at that!" the deputy exclaimed.

Alice Farnsworth lay on her back, dead on the ground,
although she seemed to be just asleep.  Her unmarked, pretty
face held a calm expression.  Flaxen curls spread neatly
about her head as though they had been deliberately
arranged.  Her body was covered tidily with a woolen
blanket.  Begley leaned down and pulled the cover aside.
She was fully clothed, even to her shoes.  Not a button of
her shirt or jeans was undone.  Her arms lay across her
body, her hands together atop her stomach in an obvious pose
of death.

Begley straightened and scratched himself behind an ear.
"It's not what I had expected," he murmured.

"Thank god for that, at least," Cartwright said

"Why did that crazy Farnsworth do this?" a voice asked from
the gawking crowd.

"Do what?" another questioned.

A babble ensued and became increasingly loud as men and boys
speculated about what had happened to the little girl.

A siren sounded unnecessarily from an ambulance that
approached slowly, lights flashing, lurching along the
rutted trail.


* * *


"Molly."  She heard her mother's voice call softly and felt
a touch to her shoulder.  "Molly, wake up."

The girl stretched her limbs before she opened her eyes.
"Hi, Mom."

"Good morning, darling.  Can you make breakfast for yourself
and Chucky this morning?
Your father and I must go to Grandma Hagen's house and take
her to church.  She can't drive today.  It's the arthritis."

"Sure, Mom," the girl replied lazily and curled onto her
side.

After a few moments Molly heard a car door close outside and
the sound of an engine starting.  It was Sunday.  Then she
suddenly remembered:  Alice was dead.  Molly immediately
became awake.  Ricky had come over the previous evening with
the horrible news.  Her father had questioned him intensely
as the rest of them watched, but Ricky, still disheveled
from hours roaming the fields, could not explain the mystery
of the girl's death.

"There'll be an autopsy," her father had stated with some
conviction.  "Then we'll find out."

Molly again felt a sickening pang of guilt.  She thought
that by breaking off with Alice three weeks earlier she may
have precipitated a chain of events that led to the girl's
death, to her murder, for it certainly must have been
murder.  That had been her initial reaction to Ricky's news,
but that morning, fresh after a night's sleep, she pondered
the matter some more and decided she was not responsible, at
least not in any big way.

"Did they leave?"  Chuck burst into her room clad just in
underpants.  The half grown boy looked so lovely, she
thought.

"Yeah.  They've gone to Grandma Hagen's.  What do you want
for breakfast?"

He jumped onto her bed and pulled away the sheet.  "Tittie
juice!" he exclaimed impishly, attaching his mouth to a
nipple.  Molly too was clad just in panties.

"Don't suck so hard," she admonished him gently, holding his
body to hers, feeling a great contentment.  The matter of
Alice was pushed into a distant recess of her mind.

Chuck raised his face to hers.  "Can we get naked again?" he
asked after enduring his sister's kiss.

"You want to squirt, don't you?"

Chuck nodded his head eagerly.

"I don't want your stuff in my mouth this time," she said
sternly, although she smiled as they both wriggled out of
their underpants.

"Besides," she added as she cuddled his lithe body to hers
and enfolded his cock with a hand, "I gave you pleasure
yesterday and you didn't do anything for me."

"Like what?" he asked in complete innocence.

"Don't you know girls can also have that sort of pleasure?"

"Really?  You mean you squirt too?"

"Not exactly, but I suppose it feels just as good."

"How does it work?" he asked, sitting up.

"Let me show you.  Put your head between my legs."

Although he resisted slightly, she maneuvered him into
position.  She spread her labia with deft fingers.

"See, up there near the top, the little nub inside the hood?
That's my pleasure spot.  It's just like the head of your
cock."

"Where's your hole?" he asked, a question, perhaps, of more
instinctual importance to the boy.

"There," she pointed, "but we'll get to that later.  Lick on
my pleasure spot.  I'll tell you how."

He raised his head to stare at her incredulously.  "That's
nasty!" he exclaimed with a wrinkled nose.

"It's no more nasty than your cock in my mouth.  Besides, I
don't squirt."

Chuck's stare lingered for a moment before he lowered his
head and poked the tip of his tongue at her clit.  He soon
accepted the task, and he dutifully followed her
instructions, even when she began to grunt them out almost
unintelligibly.

"Yes!  Yes!  Just like that!" she finally screamed and
captured his head tightly with her thighs.

He raised his head and rubbed an ear when she relaxed her
legs.  "Do you always go crazy like that?" he asked in a
tone that suggested disapproval..

"You just brought me off, little brother.  Did you enjoy
it?"

"Yeah, sure.  But it's my turn now," he announced as he
knelt on the bed and fingered his rigid cock.

"That's right, Chucky.  And it's my turn too.  It's time for
us to fuck."

The boy's eyes grew amazingly large.  "But you're my
sister!"

She looked at him impatiently.  "You didn't protest when I
sucked your cock.  In fact it was your idea."

He protested weakly.  "But that wasn't, you know, going all
the way."

"Just go get your rubbers," she commanded him brusquely.

Chuck jumped off the bed and left the room without too much
haste.  He soon returned carrying a box.

"I didn't mean -all- of them," she exclaimed with an amused
twinkle.

Grinning sheepishly he placed the box on the floor, reached
in and extracted a foil-wrapped item.

"Do you know how to put one on?" she asked nervously.

"Yeah.  Ricky and I experimented with them."

He climbed on the bed, unwrapped the condom and rolled it
onto his modest cock.

"What now?" he asked, kneeling upright between her outspread
legs.

"Can't you guess?"  Molly replied testily.

She pulled him down to her.  He lay atop her body with an
inert weight.

"Don't crush me!"  she barked. "Lean on your elbows!"

He did so, looking into her face as he bit his lower lip in
confused expectation.  She raised her knees high, hunched
her butt forward slightly and guided his cock with her right
hand.  She paused for a moment, fearful of the certain hurt.
She grinned weakly at the befuddled boy whose face almost
touched hers, then her lips pursed in resolution.

"Now push!" she cried and thrust forward.

It didn't work, although she found it painful nonetheless.

"You have to push too!"  she exclaimed in exasperation.
"Now let's do it on the count of three.  One, two . . ."

"Three!"

His cock broke through into a marvelous, warm tightness.
She rolled her head and was on the verge of tears because of
the hurt.  But she did not push him off.  It required thirty
seconds of joyful plunging on the boy's part and much
endurance on Molly's to complete the deed.

"Oh, Jesus!" he finally exclaimed.  He pressed his belly
against hers until his cock stopped spurting.

"Thank god," she sighed.  She urged his body off hers with a
gentle shove

"Well," she announced to the ceiling with a sense of
accomplishment.  "That's done."


* * *


"Cause of death: asphyxiation."  Sheriff Begley tapped his
finger at the coroner's report that lay on his desk.

"She was strangled?" Cartwright asked in disbelief.  He
leaned with both hands atop the back of a chair.

"No, Red.  She suffocated somehow.  What's really
interesting is that she was passed-out drunk when it
happened.  That might explain the calmness of her face."

"Do you suppose it was an accident?"

"I very much doubt it.  Someone was with her and someone
smothered her, perhaps with the blanket.  Let's go over this
from the beginning."  Begley pushed himself from the chair
and began to pace the small office.

"Yeah, from the beginning," Cartwright mused aloud.  "But -
where- do we begin?"

"Well, to start with she wasn't beaten.  There wasn't a mark
on her except for a small bruise on her upper cheek.  She
could have bumped herself.  You know kids."

"Secondly," he held up his hand to forestall Cartwright's
threatened interruption, "secondly, she wasn't raped.  The
coroner found no seminal fluids inside her, on her body or
on her clothes, which, you must remember were all in place
and nicely buttoned."

"She could still have been sexually abused without actual
rape," Cartwright suggested.

"She was abused, Red.  There can be no question of that, but
there's no evidence it occurred just prior to her death.
The little tike wasn't a virgin.  Can you imagine that?  And
the coroner writes that she hadn't been a virgin for some
time.  Her pussy was well healed."

"Did the coroner write that?"  Cartwright grinned.

"It's just a synopsis.  I'm not very good with medical
terminology.  What I'm saying is the little girl was fucked
at least once, weeks if not months ago.  What if she had
been fucking regularly?  What if she had been taking on all
comers?  If that's the case, you can imagine a lot of
reasons why she was killed: jealousy, anger, fear of
exposure."

"Do you think Farnsworth was dicking his child?"

"How could you not believe it, Red?  Just consider the sort
of guy he was.  He could have raped her years ago."

"That's an ugly thought -- baby rape."

"Yeah.  But consider this.  Once she gets used to fucking
her old man she might want to take on others."

"I'd better nose about the kids in the neighborhood."

"Absolutely.  But you know they'll lie to you.  Look for a
snitch."

"Yeah.  There's one in particular I'd like to interrogate."

"Be careful, Red.  Don't get caught with your zipper down."
Begley smirked.  "Who do you have in mind?"

"That O'Donnell girl.  I think her name is Molly."

"Oh, Jesus!  She's a hot one, that is if you like tomboys."

"When I was a kid, Sheriff, tomboys were my specialty.  If
you can get on their right side, it's amazing how eagerly
they want to become all grown up and feminine."

"Don't remind me, Red.  There was this kid back when I was
in the eighth grade who dressed like a boy and fucked like a
whore.  She was my first.  Christ, just thinking about it
could give me a heart attack!"

"But kids might not be involved in this case, Sheriff.  You
say Alice Farnsworth was dead drunk."

"Kids can get booze, Red.  You know that."

"Yeah.  Of course.  What about her being all tidied up,
though?  That doesn't suggest a kid."

"Or Farnsworth, for that matter."

"You're right.  Maybe Alice had another grown up lover."

"Well, for the time being we'll blame it on Ned Farnsworth.
He's safely dead.  We can say the case is closed and then
snoop about for the real killer."

"I get you, Sheriff.  And if we come up empty, no one will
be the wiser."


* * *


The four kids walked the block from Molly's house to the
highway, which they crossed without difficulty.

"I don't have any money, not a dime," Molly said when Chuck
asked about getting a Coke.

"I have enough for one," Rick suggested.  "We could share."

"Why bother?"  Molly dismissed the offer with a slight wave
of her hand.

The three of them looked back at Jack who dawdled a few
yards behind.  He had been acting particularly strange for
the past several days.

The pudgy boy looked up from his deep inspection of the
berm's gravel and occasional clump of weeds.  "I don't want
any," he said laconically, and then seemed to withdraw again
into himself.

It had been almost a week since their last journey up
Stearns Trail, since Alice's death.  Molly had been away,
helping out her Grandma Hagen who was having a difficult
time with arthritis.

Rick took hold of the girl's hand.  She shook it off with a
scowl.

"Why not me?" he complained.  "I could do you better than
Chucky."

Molly's face turned beet red.  "Chucky!" she yelled angrily
at her brother who walked a few yards ahead of them.  He
turned.

"You told!" she screamed in outrage.

Chuck set off running up the trail with Molly in wild
pursuit.  He turned into the field, the weeds lashing his
pretty legs, until, like a girl, he stumbled and fell.
Molly jumped atop him to pound his chest and shoulders with
her fists, but, of course, not hard enough to hurt the boy.

"That was our secret!" she yelled.  After a moment her blows
became feebler, and she sat heavily on his stomach.

"I just told Ricky," he whined.  "It sort of slipped out."

"Now he's going to pester me until I let him do it."

"You can always say no," Chuck suggested innocently.

Molly slowly shook her head.  She wondered that a boy so
stupid could be her brother.

"The cop wants to talk with us," Rick shouted from the edge
of the road fifty yards away.

Molly looked up to see the older boy standing next to a
sheriff's vehicle.  She also saw Jack running down the trail
in the direction of home.

 From inside the car Cartwright watched the girl and a
younger boy approach through the tall weeds of the field.
Molly's T-shirt did not  cover her midriff,  the tantalizing
bare flesh  accentuating her youthfulness as did her slender
legs.  The pleasant face, however, could have belonged to an
older girl.  A brown pigtail extended from beneath a
baseball cap.  A virgin tomboy! Cartwright groaned inwardly,
squeezing his groin with one hand.  He had lied to Begley.
He had never fucked a girl younger than twenty.

"Actually I want to speak with Molly for a couple of
minutes," he said to the three kids who gathered at the car
window.

Chuck and Rick backed away from the car but still remained
too close for Cartwright.  "Why don't you get in so we can
talk in private," he suggested to the girl.

Molly walk around to the passenger side and got into the
vehicle.  She sat close to the door with hands folded in her
lap.  Cartwright tried not to ogle her, so with a brief
sweep of his eyes he noticed her modest, girlish breasts and
a small scar half way up the left thigh.  He turned in his
seat to face her.

"I was wondering if you'd like to help me in the
investigation of Alice's death," he said in a low voice as
he glanced at the boys through the car window.

"I thought her father did it.  What's left to investigate?"
Molly spoke up boldly.

"Well, there may be other people involved," he replied still
in a hushed tone of voice.  "I was hoping you'd be able to
tell me things the other kids won't mention.  It would be
like working undercover for the police."

"You're asking me to rat on my friends."  Molly stated
loudly, pouted and folded her arms.

"No, no.  That's not what I mean," he almost whispered.
"It's just that your friends might hear something about the
case and tell you.  Sheriff Begley and I never knew Alice,
you know, not like you and your friends.  We really don't
know where to begin in reconstructing her last days.  There
may be some bad people out there who are as guilty as her
father, if you know what I mean."

"No, I don't.  What do you mean?"  Molly decided to play
dumb for the fun of it..

"Well, it's no longer a secret to the grown ups around here
that Alice and her father were, you know, very close."

"How close?"

"It's difficult to explain to a kid.  You don't understand
these things yet.  We need to know if any one besides her
father was, you know, touching the little girl
inappropriately."

"Are you talking about sex?"  Molly asked with a shocked
expression on her face..

"Yes.  Exactly.  Sex."  Cartwright became flustered and
blushed slightly.

"But she was just a little girl, not big enough for -that-."

"Yes, Molly, she was quite small, four seven and eighty
pounds, but she was still large enough for -that-."

Molly looked at the man with an innocent seriousness, but
she wanted to laugh into his face.  "We really don't talk
about such things, you know, but I'll keep my ears open."

"Very good!  We'll be partners in this investigation."
Cartwright spoke quickly as if relieved to be done with the
awkward part of the interview.  "Perhaps we can meet
tomorrow and you can tell me what you find out."

"Where?"

"Where shall we meet?  Why not right here at about this
time?"

"Yeah.  No one is likely to see us here on the trail."
Molly gave him a curious glance.

"Yes, of course.  We want to keep this a secret, you know."

"Okay, I'll be here tomorrow."  Molly put her hand on the
door handle.

Against his better judgment, Cartwright could not resist
touching the girl's flesh.  He placed his hand lightly on
her bare thigh and rubbed a finger across the scar.  "I see
you hurt yourself here.  I hope it was not too painful."

"I've felt worse cuts," she responded casually and slipped
out of the car.

Chuck and Rick were waiting for her not far away.  They
stood together and watched the car move slowly down the
trail.

"What did he want?"  Rick asked.

"Exactly what you want, Ricky."  Molly replied acerbically.

"Will he get it, Molly?"  Chuck asked eagerly..

Although she looked at her brother sternly, she could not
conceal a small smile before she turned away from him and
walked into the field.


* * *


Over many centuries a small creek had cut a gash through the
field, and at one point the depression in the ground widened
rather generously to become a pond during periods of heavy
rain.  That ground was dry, however, when the three kids
reached the place, which they considered special and secret.
They had been tramping toward it for about fifteen minutes.
They jumped down into the wide creek bed to leave the rest
of the world behind them.  The morning was hot, the air
redolent of weedy flowers and dry earth.

"Jack ran off with half our lunch," Chuck complained. "But
I'm glad he's gone."

Molly was unconcerned about the food shortage.  She had
urged her buddies to visit this remote spot for the privacy
it afforded, although she had not yet acknowledged to
herself the specific reason she wanted to be entirely alone
with the boys.  That is to say, while she was eager for
sexual fun, she remained uncertain about how events would
unfold. That morning she had discovered her vagina no longer
hurt when she inserted two fingers.  Later in the kitchen
she tested it furtively with a zucchini to confirm she was
fully healed.

She perched on the dirt bank leaning back on  extended arms
with legs dangling over.  The boys, stripped to their
shorts, splashed in a puddle a few yards away.

"Did you bring any rubbers?" she asked just loud enough for
them to hear.

Those words caught the boys' immediate attention.  They
ceased their sport to look at her with excited expressions.

"I have three," Chuck announced in a hurry, taking a step
forward with a broad smile on his pretty face.

"I have a couple," Rick said more slowly, not as certain
about the girl's intent.

Molly remained silent.  She spread her legs and rubbed hands
up and down her lovely thighs.  She wanted the boys to fuck
her, especially Ricky, but she preferred them to make the
first move.  Chuck understood her hesitation.  With great
deliberateness he pushed down his shorts and kicked them
aside to stand naked in front of her.  She looked
expectantly at Ricky, who after a brief moment grinned and
likewise stripped bare.  Molly then slipped down from the
embankment and slowly undressed, first her T-shirt, then her
shorts.  She  stared at them imperiously, her legs apart,
her hands on hips.  They were too young to appreciate fully
the extent of her exquisite, adolescent beauty.  They only
wanted to fuck.

"You were nasty to me last week, Ricky, so now you have to
make up for it," she said in a determined voice.

She gazed at the young man whose graceful body sprouted hair
on chest and calves.  He had an impressive cock, she
thought.

"What do you want me to do?" he asked ruefully.

"First put all our clothes together to form a bed on the
ground."

He did that quickly and awaited further instructions, his
hand moving idly on his rigid cock.

Molly reclined on the pile of clothes.  "If you want to fuck
me, you have to do one more thing."

"Anything," he gasped.

"I want to watch you suck Chucky's cock until he squirts.
Do it over here where I can see it close up."

Chuck stepped over to stand above his sister who leaned up
on an elbow.  Without any hesitation Rick dropped to his
knees before the younger boy and began to suck his  modest
appendage with an obvious avidity.

"You've done this before!" Molly protested angrily.

"We're not queer, Molly," her brother gasped.  "Ricky and I
started experimenting this week while you were away."

"It's coming, it's coming," the boy warned, his hands upon
the head of his older friend.

Molly's face was just a couple of inches away from the
action.  She licked her brother's hip.

With a grunting squeal Chuck seized Rick's head to hold it
steady and began to squirt.  Molly watched in horror and
with definite disgust when Rick's Adam's apple bobbed in a
swallow.

"Ugh!" she exclaimed.  "How could you do that?"

Rick leaned back on his heels, gave the girl a haughty toss
of the head and licked his lips.

She was disappointed.  Although it was fun to watch, it had
clearly been no punishment for Rick.

"OK," she sighed in resignation.  "I suppose it's your turn
now."  She lay back on the clothes with her legs spread
widely.  "Who's first?"

Rick knelt between her legs.  "I'm going to squirt too
soon," he said casually.  "I don't want to waste a rubber."
He began to jack off with his man size cock pointed at
Molly's nose.

"Not in my face, Ricky," she said without rancor and pushed
his hand a bit to the left.  She did not see his grimace nor
listen to his grunts.  Her attention focused on the
repeated, thick squirts that spewed from the cock and landed
on her shoulder and upper arm.  "Yes!" she exclaimed in
satisfaction.

She snuggled herself in the makeshift bed and raised her
knees.  "Do me now until I tell you to stop," she sighed,
closing her eyes.  Chuck came atop her first.

She had expected pleasure, but was unprepared for its
intensity.  The boys were able to fuck for the longest time,
especially on their second turns.  She had not realized a
girl could sustain such extended orgasms.  She had not
anticipated becoming light headed almost to the point of
unconsciousness.


* * *


"The water's not too dirty, Molly."  Chuck wiped her messy
body reverently with a shirt soaked from the puddle.  Rick
joined his friend in bathing their queen.

"I'm hungry," she announced when they finished. "Let's get
dressed and eat on the way back.  I also have some questions
about Alice."

A hot, midday sun warmed and dried the boy's shirts as they
proceeded through the weeds.  A vacant three story structure
rose in the distance to their left.  They had played there
in the past, when their gang counted at least seven persons.
It was a spooky place.

Molly turned to her brother.  "Tell me again about the time
you and Jack met Alice in the school yard."

"There's not much more to say.  She asked me to go with her
to the corner where they keep the trash cans."

"She asked you?  Not Jack?"

"Yeah.  Jack just tagged along.  She was interested in me,
she said, because you're my sister and we resemble each
other.  She said she wanted to know what you would look like
with a cock."  Chuck snorted a laugh.

"So you went over and showed her your cock?"

"Yeah.  And she pushed down her panties to show me her
cunny.  She said she wanted us to fuck after school.  She
told met to put my fingers in her hole and I did.  It didn't
hurt her."

"What about Jack.  What was he doing?"

"By then he had already left.  At first he had his cock out
and tried to push Alice to the ground behind the trash cans,
but she screamed and hit at him.  Then he kicked her and
left after throwing a garbage bag at us.  He called her a
scummy whore and she yelled after him saying he had a baby
dick."

"Did he threaten her?"

"Not with words, but he was really pissed."

"When did this happen?"

"Three or four weeks ago."

They walked on in silence for a moment or two.  The boys, on
either side of her, each held a hand.  Molly felt very much
in charge, like a grown up woman.

"Jack acted like that the time we were with Alice."  Rick
spoke up nervously.  It was a delicate topic with Molly, he
thought.

"The time you fucked her, you mean."  Molly did not sound
too angry.  "How did you meet her?"

"Jack and I were at the Coke machine near Stearns Trail
maybe three weeks ago and we saw her walking up the road.
She didn't know me, but she recognized Jack."

"She came over to you?"

"Yeah.  I think she wanted to get Jack's goat."

"What happened?"

"Well, she just came on to me like she was a lot older, like
a whore, I guess.  She grabbed my cock and asked me if I
wanted to fuck.  I couldn't believe it.  She was so tiny!"

"But very pretty," Molly said in a low voice.

"Yeah, really pretty, like a golden doll."

"What did Jack do?"

"He wandered away in disgust and paced back and forth real
quick in the driveway of the store muttering like a crazy
person."

"I think he's crazy," Chuck interjected.

"Yeah, but he's still my cousin," Rick retorted heatedly.

"So you went off with Alice to fuck, right?"  Molly's anger
was beginning to show.

"How could I turn her down?" Rick whined.  "I was a virgin
and here was this girl who wanted to fuck me.  I had a
rubber."

Molly looked at the young man and sneered.  "She was too
young to get pregnant, Rick.  She turned eleven just three
months ago."

They walked on for a while without speaking.

"What about Jack?" Molly asked, breaking the silence.

"He followed us into the field, but he stood back until we
were on the ground and fucking.  When Alice yelled at me for
squirting too soon, he approached us naked from the waist
down.  He told her that he could finish the job.  She
laughed at him and said she would rather do it with a
carrot.  That's when he kicked her."

"Then he went away?"

"Yeah, but he threw a large stone in our direction and he
yelled that he was going to kill her."

"He said that?"

"Yeah.  But Jack always talks crazy."

"Did you take Alice home after that?"

"Not right away."  Rick hesitated.  "We were still naked so
we did it again.  I really got her off that time."

"I bet you did."

"Then we kissed and cuddled for a while.  I took her home
after that."

Once more the three of them walked in silence.  Stearns
Trail lay not far ahead.

Molly pulled them to a stop.  "Did either of you two hear
kids at school talking about Alice?"

"Just the stories that Jack was making up, but no one pays
any attention to him.  I suppose he is crazy, even if he is
my cousin."

"Why are you asking all these questions?" Chuck interrupted.

"I liked Alice a lot," Molly replied in a distracted voice.
"I knew her too, if you know what I mean."

The two boys gaped incredulously.  "You had sex with her!"
Chuck exclaimed, shaking his head in wonder.  "I've heard
about that, of course," Rick remarked, trying to sound more
sophisticated than his younger friend.  "But I'm not certain
about what girls do with each other."

Molly did not offer to explain.  "The police think that
Alice was killed by her dad, but there are some things that
don't make sense."  She looked at them seriously.  "I have
to talk with Jack."







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