Preface: Don't let anyone tell you that little girls aren't sexual. Here's proof of the matter, once and for all. Little eight-year-old Angie's magnificent body will tempt even the most professed of the righteous. Her Uncle Rick will certainly attest to his addiction for the little angel and after reading this story, you'll be an expert on "Lickety-Split." But don't try this exercise by yourself. Most any eight-year-old can give instructions.
"Hey! You're NOT supposed to do that," nine-year-old Becky admonished her schoolmate, ten-year-old Richard Driscoll.
"But you promised," he whined with a tone of disappointment.
"I know, but NOT on the school bus, 'cause someone might tell."
The soft shimmering flicker of a candle on their table cast a seductive glow on the stunningly pretty child's smooth face. Yes. She was pretending to be coy… and totally at ease with her fate. I watched quietly from a distance while sipping my cocktail.