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Subject: {ASSM} {ASS / ASSM}  Kimberly 101  (M/f  F/f, smoking, pee, and god only knows what else.)
Date: Fri, 23 Aug 2002 23:10:04 -0400
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Kimberly 101

(c} PF, sometime in 2002
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Kim was about fourteen when she came under our care.

The circumstances behind that are a bit complicated.  Let's just say
that she was a troubled kid who needed a home, and Deborah and I got
elected to that role by circumstance.

We probably weren't the best choices in that regard.

Deborah is a near-compulsive bisexual.  I'm sort of a latent
pedophile.  I'm not the least bit interested in girls who are
pre-menstrual, but fourteen year-old females work quite well for me.

 *

The initial question was which one of us was going to get to do her
first.  We decided to draw straws on that.

Kim needed to settle down before we got into doing anything too
complicated or illegal.  She'd be willing -- there wasn't much
question about that -- she just needed some time to settle in.  Kim
was not exactly a virgin when she came to us, so this wouldn't be
anything new to her.  She just needed a stable home.

 *

There were some other questions.  Like, do we buy her cigarettes?
Kim smoked like a chimney.

I was all in favor of that.  I loved watching her smoke.  I had
some ideas about seeing her sitting on my lap and lighting up a
cigarette.

Deborah was somewhat more ambivalent.  Cigarettes were
getting to be expensive, and Kim was looking to be an expensive
proposition overall.  She needed damn near everything, from her
socks to her shoes.  Her underwear was all trash -- we'd examined it
closely -- and she didn't have much else.  A couple crappy dresses
that looked like they'd come right from the Appalachian mountains.
That was about it.

 *

What we worked out that night was that Kim was going to have to pay
her own way through life.   She would get a fifty dollar credit each
time she fucked either one of us, and maybe she could make something
more on the side.

We would need to be in complete control of things.  We couldn't
exactly have her going around around fucking just anybody.  If we
did that, it wouldn't be long before we'd have fleas running through
the house.

Generally speaking, Deborah seemed to like this plan.

The next day, she took Kim to the local Macys and bought her all
kinds of things.  Then they went to the drugstore and stocked up on
shampoo and feminine supplies.

According to Deborah, Kim was in hog heaven on all this.

 *

"If you fucked her, I'm going to be pissed."

Deborah sat up and lit a cigarette.

"I didn't fuck her.  Just chill out, okay?"

"What did you buy her?"

 *

At about this point, Jason came along.

Truth be told, Jason had been there right along.  We just hadn't
noticed him all that much.  Deborah had once asked me about about
fucking him, but I'd taken that to be mostly a joke.  I didn't mind
if she wanted to, but it wasn't something I expected to ever happen.
She was more into adult males who wore snakeskin cowboy boots.  That
and adult females who wore cowboy boots.

Jason, however, was another matter.  He was cleaning our pool and
mowing our lawn weekly.  Very weakly.  I'd wanted to wanted to fire
him from the start.  He was doing the same for other people.

He wasn't all that much to look at, but for some reason he was
making money cleaning the neighborhood pools.   He also was also
definitely a virgin who didn't want to be one.

This was no big deal on my side.  The pool needed to get cleaned and
the lawn needed to get mowed.  I figured I'd leave that part up to
Deborah.  My logic was that if she wanted to boink Jason on the
side, then maybe we could get the pool cleaned for free.

I didn't really give a particular shit one way or the other.  It
wasn't something I thought about that much.

Then little Kimmy comes along.

 *

It seemed to us like there should be a way to solve this problem on
all sides.

The obvious thing was for Deborah to talk to Kim and for me to talk
to Jason.

We decided to reverse that.  See if we could make things more
interesting.

I took Kim to the local coffee shop.

After I'd lit her cigarette and looked around a bit, I went straight
to the point.

"You know the kid who cleans the pool?"

 *

That night, in bed, I asked Deborah, "You fucked him, right?"

She was smoking and playing with herself.

"I pretty much had to."

"Goddamn you, I knew you were going to do that."

"Well, you fucked her, didn't you?"

"I didn't lay a hand on her."

"What did she say?"

"I think she'll do it."

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