He bought himself a sumptuous six bedroom three story house, hired a driver and two maids, and gave a decorator an expense account big enough to make the man profess undying love.

Marshall was 29 years old, stood six foot tall, had dark hair and gray eyes, and kept his body toned, not over muscled but in shape. When he went to the pool he'd overhear women gossiping about his "buns". He had a nice chest too, and quite a package inside his thong.

Marshall loved kids and he noticed that in Silicon Valley lots of kids seemed inhibited, squelched as it were. This was odd because the area was very liberal, politically as well as socially, as witness the high of teen age sex and drug use and the outré clothes and Goth faces he saw about town. But younger kids, the first graders up to about 13 or so, didn't seem to have nearly the freedom of their slightly older siblings. It was a damn shame.

Marshall having tons of money and nothing much to do decided to set up a "Safe House" for the kids, a place where they could be themselves and indulge in pleasures and pastimes their overbearing parents and teachers frowned on.

Marshall had some cards made up and sent his driver around town to the various video parlors and fast food places where he posted signs and engaged the young ones in conversation. Soon kids were coming over, ferried from town to the mansion by his driver using a van.

***

Nine year old Mary Celeste (MC for short) was an extraordinarily beautiful young girl. She had blonde hair, a winning smile, perfect teeth and a charming outgoing personality. Everybody liked her. But Mary Celeste and her parents had a horrible row one evening when her mother followed her nose to the girl's bedroom and discovered her smoking! Mary Celeste had been buying cigarettes for a year and smoked two, three packs a day. If she was weekending with a friend she might go through five packs a day. She didn't smoke at home much because her parents didn't smoke, but she sneaked one or two before bed.

Mary Celeste's mother grabbed the fresh pack of Kamel Reds 100s and the look of exasperation and dismay on her face set the little girl to laughing. Anyway, Mary Celeste promised not to smoke at home. That wasn't good enough for her mother, she had to promise to quit smoking period! The girl promised but mentally crossed her fingers and continued to smoke at school and outside.

When she heard about Marshall's place it seemed a godsend. A place where she could smoke while watching TV or using a computer, just like her friends.

On her first visit Marshall gave her the tour.

"Downstairs here you can do whatever you like. Smoke, drink....." and he gestured to kids who were sitting around surrounded by clouds of smoke and a few who were belting back beers and straight shots.

"Cool," Mary Celeste grinned.

She saw some kids naked, a girl of about seven, two boys who were about twelve, a few others here and there, walking in and out.

"You're also welcome to masturbate," Marshall explained with a grin. "If you want to have sex with someone there are six bedrooms upstairs, mine's off limits. If you get really drunk and need to sleep it off or if you overdose, the first bedroom on the left is a place to crash, there are several beds and futons in it."

Mary Celeste nodded. She went over to the naked little girl and introduced herself.

"I'm Cindy, I like to masturbate, do you? I'm only seven, see my pussy?"

"Cindy's a compulsive little masturbator," Marshall explained, touching this gorgeous new girl on the shoulder. God he'd like to get in her pants. "She does it several hours at a stretch, and she smokes too!"....(cont)