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ith my homework, sometimes just playing a board game.
A couple of times my parents came home and found Mark in the house, but, they
were usually too drunk to say anything. Finally, in early October, Mark had
gotten the courage to ask my parents whether it would be alright to watch me
after school. Since there had been a little tussle between them and the local
juvenile authorities about leaving me alone, they were all too glad to accept
his offer.
It wasn't as though I was incapable of taking care of myself. For that
matter, there were very few people that even thought I was eleven. I was just
over five feet tall, rather pretty, and well proportioned. My blone hair was
just below my shoulders. And developmentally, I was definitely becoming a
woman. Though they weren't large, my breasts were in form, with small pea-
sized nipples that I was quite proud of.
All in all, however, it was good to have company like Mark.
One afternoon, Mark had arrived at my house even before I had gotten
home from school. When I walked into the house, he had stopped at the store
and had bought us milk and cookies. Eagerly, I put my coat into my room and
returned to the kitchen where I joined him. As we ate, Mark seemed to be p
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