Story Intro: What new ideas and policies await us in this new century? There is good news on the horizon. Read on and discover the next generation of family values...the new evolutionary progression of natural preteen and adult sex within, and outside the modern family. Meet the pioneers of this change as one family tells you about their uncensored story of shared family love and sexual escapades.
Adult male, preteen girl
You'll always remember the familiar music that precedes the arrival of the neighborhood ice cream vendor. To children of all ages, the music is like a magical flute, calling all kids to the street side, including the neighborhood cuties...all waiting for their favorite brand of ice cream. During the days of old, "Ice Cream" was a household word. Read all about the secret life of a lucky ice cream vendor as he enjoys the perks of his job.
The 21st century has exploded with the latest and greatest high tech gadgets-and it seems that everyone feels the need for their share of these new toys.
I remember when a cell phone was once the symbol of the upper middle class. Guess what? Today, you'll find over two-thirds of the American population, including preteen children with their own cell phones.
"Hi sweetie. Where ya goin, all dressed up?" Sandy's neighbor asked as she skipped happily past his front yard, wearing a smile from ear to ear while humming a familiar tune.
"Oh hi, Mr. Devry!" she replied as she glanced at her favorite grownup.
"Mr. Devry is a nice man," Sandy thought to herself as she answered his question.
"I'm going to my friend's birthday party on the next block," she replied as she waved with a cheerful lilt in her voice.
The winter cold was all but gone. Spring was gradually sneaking into the valley, warming the ground and fueling a rapid growth of my spring wheat. Golden fields of this cash crop covered the farm, promising a lucrative return this year and, as you'll soon discover, a nice surprising bonus.
"REACH DOWN IN THOSE POCKETS AND GIVE TO THE LORD AS IF YOUR LIFE DEPNDS ON IT, BROTHERS AND SISTERS!" The preacher bellowed at the congregation in a commanding voice.
Nine-year-old Chastity Barnes recoiled in her seat from the cacophony of noisy worshipers as a crescendo of "PRAISE THE LORD!" and "THANK YOU JESUS!" filled the air of the small, country church, known as the "Church of Our Savior."
"OK sweetie! Uncle Pete will be here soon so you better get your things ready," ten year old Dawn's mother admonished, in anticipation of having a free weekend for herself without the burden of keeping her overactive daughter entertained and out of trouble.
A Sunday spent in heaven would change me forever, and the way that I looked at my niece and other girls of preteen age.
"Bye honey! Bye Richard! I'll be back tonight so make yourself at home and thank you for watching Wendy," my sister Ann hollered in passing as she left to visit her boyfriend.
It wasn't the first time I was called upon to baby-sit my cute, eight-year-old darling niece, but that memorable day will remain in my brain like letters carved in stone.
"These Goddamn leaves and fuckin' trees are a full time job around here." Russ Wagner muttered angrily while raking his yard.
"Watcha doin?" the unmistakable voice of a very young little girl asked as I stood on my ladder while cutting down some dead branches from one of my apple trees.
"Oh...Hi sweetie," I answered as I looked down at her cute little face while she stood on the ground, swaying back and forth on the balls of her feet as she flashed a bright toothy grin. I recognized her as part of a family that just moved into another farm down the road.