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I turned from the door, slumping against it and sliding down to the floor as the past hour played in my head over and over. My first little secret with her. I laughed to myself in manic joy as I thought of little Marina, getting up and waltzing about blindly with a phantom thought of the little girl who had just been in my house, until the feeling left me. What remained with me was naught but an empty home , and the coldness of the dwelling struck me. Soon, however, it would be filled with the skill and passion, the laughter and love of the little girl I was awestruck with, obsessed, in..no, but for then it was no great love. It was an ember of desire that would soon grow to a smouldering inferno. As I headed to bed these thoughts influenced my dreams. In them, I saw little Marina as a beautiful nymphet, naked, lithe. I ran for her, and she danced and hid amongst the trees, running until she led me to an empty grove. She stood there, posed so as to show her curves and beckoning me to join her. I ran to her, embracing her naked as our hands moved about eachother and-
