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Paedophiles Anonymous, ch 6

Written by Poker

Tom Waterson sat in the circle of chairs holding Angela's hand. They had both accepted Steven's invitation to the next meeting of Paedophile's Anonymous and had sat, pleasantly shocked, through the first half of the meeting; hardly able to believe that there were so many child lovers in the area who were willing to stick their heads above the parapet. The stories of the first two members had excited both of them to the point where their hearts were fluttering and pulses racing. During the break they had chatted with Steven and Dawn, reliving some of the high points from the previous weekend and Tom had decided that he wanted to tell his story. And so, hands sweating, he sat and waited. Steven brought the meeting back to order and, knees trembling, Tom stood up and uttered the famous words.
"My name is Tom and I'm a paedophile."
The group clapped politely and Tom sat down. He cleared his throat and then began his story.

"I first realised that I was attracted to little girls when I was 16 years old. I was your typical horny teenager, constant hard-on and desperate to break my duck. My parents were both executive types and so were often jetting around the world on consultancies, anything from a few weeks up to months at a time. They packed me off to a boarding school and I suppose I was generally happy. Whenever I did get to see my parents they did show that they loved me, I just didn't get to see them as much I would have liked.

Anyway. I had just turned 16 and school was finishing for the summer. I was looking forward to holidaying in a cottage in the South of France, but Mum and Dad were delayed in Lagos for three weeks longer than planned. It was decided that I should go and stay with my Auntie Carol. I wasn't looking forward to it that much; I hadn't seen her for three years and what I remembered of her was a younger version of my Mum but a sour face and miserable disposition. To make matters worse there was Ann, my annoying little cousin. She was half my age and, the last time I saw her, she was a complete brat. Auntie Carol had gone to America with my Uncle Bill but they had got divorced and she'd recently returned.

To cut a long story short, school finished, I got on the train and, four hours later I was standing on the platform at Paddington Station looking around for Auntie Carol. 'Typical!' I thought to myself. 'She's not even here.' I looked around but no sign anywhere.
"Tom? That is you isn't it Tom?"
I turned and my jaw dropped. The gorgeous blonde I had passed seconds earlier was Auntie Carol!
"Uh. Uhm, Auntie Carol?"
The vision laughed.
"I've changed that much have I?"
Auntie Carol was a revelation. She must have lost two stone and when had she become a blonde!
"I was expecting a brunette" I blurted.
"I've just spent three years in California. You're looking at the new me; slimmer, tanned and raring to go!"
I couldn't help smiling at my aunt's infectious good humour.
"Hey! What about me!"
For the first time I took notice of the little girl standing next to Auntie Carol......(cont)

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This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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