As Mal got into John's car for their daily ride into the city, he could hear the excitement in his friend's voice. It was Monday morning and the start of the new working week. The men had been friends since school and now lived as neighbours in the country housing estate some distance from the city. They were also business partners and car shared week about. He did up his seatbelt and looked across at John. "Must have been good, by the sound of you."

"It was more than 'good'," John responded, grinning broadly. "It was unbelievable!!" He put the car in gear and pulled away from the kerb, smoothly slotting it into the stream making its way towards the freeway.

Mal was intrigued. He'd never seen his partner so hyped up before. "Well?" he asked as they settled in for the long drive. "You going to tell me? Or do I really have to guess?"

John glanced over at Mal, his face alight with his excitement. "I can't believe it really happened. I was just getting a beer yesterday afternoon when the doorbell rang. I'd taken a quick shower because I had just finished mowing the lawns and was only in my jocks and all I wanted to do was relax so I wasn't too happy about the intrusion. I was going to make out I wasn't home, but it rang again and I thought 'fuck it' and went and opened it, expecting JW's and not bothering to dress - I thought it might upset them in their suits for me to be next-to-naked and they wouldn't hang around." He laughed. "So I opened the front door wide and stood there expectantly. But it wasn't them. There was this young kid standing there, a young girl about nine, in a short shift-type dress. It was stinking hot and the kid looked pretty worn out. I stood there like a stunned mullet for a moment, the little girl just staring at me, her face level with my jockettes, which didn't hide much. Then she looked up at me and smiled and said, 'Hot, isn't it?'. It floored me! There she was confronted by an almost naked adult male and she just smiled! I just looked at her. 'I'm selling raffle tickets,' she went on. 'Will you buy some?' and I suddenly realised I was being a bit stupid. If it didn't worry her, I wasn't going to let it worry me."

Mal looked at his friend who was beaming. They had shared their confidences ever since they were boys and he could tell this was something out of the ordinary from the look on John's face.

"I patted my hips and said, 'I don't seem to have any money on me at the moment,'" John went on. "And she laughed and said 'I can see that!'. That seemed to break the tension and I relaxed. She was a real cool customer. I told her I'd get some and asked her if she'd like a Coke while she waited. She said that'd be great so I began to go back down the hall to the kitchen. Then I heard the door close and turned around to see the kid was following me inside. She looked at me, a funny look on her face, almost challenging me to send her back outside, so I thought, 'what the hell, its too hot out there,' and went on into the kitchen and got a Coke out of the fridge and gave it to her. She sat down at the bench, on those high stools I've got there and, as she hoisted herself up, I couldn't help but look at her legs. Her short dress thing was almost up to the top of her thighs when she was standing and as she climbed onto the stool it went even higher and I caught a glimpse beneath it." He looked across at Mal. "She didn't have any panties on! When she climbed up on the stool I saw her little pussy, bare and pink between her legs! I couldn't believe it! I didn't know what to do...keep looking? Turn away? So I just kept watching her. I'd only caught a glimpse of it and must confess I hoped I'd see a bit more." He grinned at his friend. "When she had settled on the stool, the dress hem was just at the top of her thighs and she had her legs together so it was all shadowy in the V I could see just under her dress. I was pretty flustered so got my beer out of the fridge and sat at the table so I could watch her and maybe get another look under her dress. You know what a lecher I am!"

"A nine-year-old?" Mal asked.

"She was a very pretty nine-year-old, buddy, I can tell you. And a pussy's a pussy, regardless of how old it is. Don't tell me you wouldn't look at a kid's pussy if you had the chance," John said.