Cindy was a great listener. She had a photographic memory, too. It was amazing what Cindy remembered. If you said it to her, she remembered it. And she remembered your face, too. And the tone of your voice. And the color of your eyes.

Like many ten-year-olds, Cindy loved reading and writing. She was a word addict. She read anything. Milk cartons. The labels on a peanut butter jar. A gossip magazine left on a table. A newspaper blowing along the street. A scribbled note left on the back seat of a bus. Little Cindy was a sponge. She absorbed it all. She was a fanatic for details.

Cindy liked graffiti, too. There was a spot in town where the local boys rode their skateboards. The spot was under a bridge. Cindy would wander down to the spot sometimes and watch the boys. Some of them were very skilled and experts at skateboarding. But the boys paid little attention to Cindy.

Still, the boys didn't seem to mind if Cindy hung around and watched them practicing their moves. They didn't have much time for girls their own ages, either, though a couple of girls did roll up now and then. They soon got bored watching the boys and walked off. They were older than Cindy mostly. Sixteen. Seventeen.

Cindy loved reading the graffiti wall under the bridge. Some of the skateboarders carried paint cans and sprayed slogans on the walls. Cindy observed that most of the graffiti boys enjoyed painting their signatures on the walls. Cindy would see the same signatures on walls in other parts of town. When she visited the bridge, she was able to see the faces behind the signatures. There was Skuz, Reb, Dutchman and Frizzle. Having a great memory, Cindy never forgot who wrote what.

The graffiti that Cindy found fascinating involved what her mom called "obscenity". Pictures of boys' penises and balls going into girls' vaginas mostly. And swear words, too - words like cunt, cock, fuck, cum, clit and ass. These words intrigued Cindy because, at ten, she was starting to become aware of her own body. She wasn't dumb - she knew that what she had in her panties was a cunt and she knew that the skateboard boys had cocks. She also knew that cocks went into cunts and when they did, it was called fucking. Cindy wouldn't have admitted it to anyone, but the thought of actually having her cunt fucked by a cock made her cunt very slippery......(cont)