Mental Ramblings of a Twelve Year Old Boy

Mental Ramblings of a Twelve Year Old Boy 2

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for the purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be attempted in real life, as that would be harmful and/or illegal. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.

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Mental Ramblings of a Twelve Year Old Boy-- 2

By, Running Bare

What the hell Mom! Can’t you work in the kitchen without banging the damned pots and pans? Why does she have to start each weekend with all that noise? Holy shit! It’s Saturday morning! Damn, is this the weekend Miss Ellison is supposed to make me go with Joey to that naked thing? Neither Mom nor Dad have mentioned it all week. With luck the whole thing was cancelled. Wouldn’t that be a relief? Speaking of a relief, my little friend is hard as a rock. Why is it that it is hard like this when I wake up? Oh, what the hell. I have to take a leak.

“Oh, you’re up. I was just about to wake you and your brother. Miss Ellison will be here to pick you two up in an hour. I’ve got breakfast for you.” Mom’s first mention of the fact the ‘outing’ was still on.

“Yeah, well I don’t want to go. I’m not going, Mom.”

“Yes, you are. Do I have to get Dad to help you with that mouth of yours? You’ll do what your told. Oh, and lose the boxers when you come down to breakfast I want you naked. Understand?”

Hold the damn tears they make you look weak.

“Please Mom. Don’t make me go with her. Besides, who’s going to cut the grass, if I go? Come on, Mom. It’s just not right to make your kid have to do something like that.”

The tears are welling up. Stop it. Just go pee and back to your room. Maybe there’s a way to avoid having to go. Just don’t cry.

“Go do your business, then take off your boxers and come down to breakfast. Now, where’s your brother?”

“I don’t know. I just got up. How would I know? He’s probably still in bed.”

He sleeps naked. The little shit is completely comfortable with being naked. What’s wrong with me? Oh shit, I just peed on the bowl rim and splashed on the floor. Oh, what the hell, I’ll just grab a handful to toilet paper and dry it up. What the hell?

“Shit Joey, I’m in here. Can’t you wait? How about a little privacy?”

What makes him think he can just barge in whenever he wants? His pecker is standing stiff too. Did I start having hard-on’s in the mornings when I was that young? Guess so. Just don’t remember. Grab the kid’s dick. It’s so inviting standing out like that. Just slap his ass on the way out. Look at those dimples in his ass cheeks as he stands in front of the toilet. Screw cleaning up the drops on the rim or floor. Just blame them on him when Mom complains.

“Hey, why’d you spank me?”

“That wasn’t a spank it was just to get your attention.”

“I’m telling Mom you hit my butt.”

“Frankly, my Dear, I just don’t give a damn.”

Where in the hell did I get that line from? Sounds vaguely familiar. Maybe Dad? Why’s this hallway so cold all the time?

I’m scared. I think I’ll just sit here on my bed for a minute and think about how to get out of this Miss Ellison thing. Wonder if I could just kind of slip out the back door, get my bike, and peddle my ass down to the woods. I could lose myself there for the whole day. Then I could come home at dinner and act like I just forgot. No, they wouldn’t buy that and Dad would whip my ass with the belt. I mean Mom just reminded me five minutes a...

“Jack, get down here for breakfast. You have to be ready in thirty-five minutes! Now, move or you won’t get breakfast!”

“I’ll be down in a minute, Mom. Give me a break!”

“Don’t forget, leave your boxers up there and get down here naked!”

What the hell. How can I avoid this? Guess I can’t. Just stand up and take off your underwear. She saw the whole package last week when you had to let Miss Ellison see and play with it. So did Joey. Dad sees it regularly when you get the belt. Just take off the shorts and get used to it. You could probably sneak out. It’d be worth the punishment if you did. I mean, what’s worse a sound whipping or spending a day naked at the hands of God knows what. I’d rather be spanked. Just go for it. After you eat, come back to your room and get dressed. Sneak out the damned window if you need to, and get the hell out of Dodge.

This hallway seems colder. Maybe it’s the boxers. Maybe they keep things warmer. My dick is swinging and it’s hard as a rock. Do I just walk in nonchalantly and sit down for breakfast?

“My, don’t you look handsome. Keep your hands away. I want to get a good look at that penis.”

Joey get that smirk off your face. I kill your ass.

“Hey, Mom, can I pull it?”

Pull your own, you little shit. Quit. Don’t antagonize me. Keep it up and I pull yours clean off.

“We don’t have time for the fooling around. Jack, sit down and eat. You both need to brush your teeth before Miss Ellison gets here.”

How in the hell can you act so normal? I’m sitting here naked as the day I was born and you’re giving the pat instruction to brush my teeth? At least Joey shut up. Was that a knock?

“That must be Miss Ellison. Joey, go get the door.”

I gotta get out of here. Maybe I can just bolt and execute my escape plan.

“You, just sit here and finish your breakfast.” Mom was emphatic.

Miss Ellison greeted us, “Good morning everyone! Jack, you ready for this?”

“Jack spread your legs apart so Miss Ellison can see your penis.”

What the hell? Come on, Mom. What mother would make her son display his goods like that. Maybe women aren’t “sexless” when it comes to kids. I mean the both seem to like seeing that part of my body. Mom obviously likes showing it off. She seems to enjoy watching other people play with it. And, my brother’s teacher likes feeling it, and, obviously, taking pictures of it.

Go ahead, spread ‘em. You don’t have much choice. Shit, I wish it wasn’t so stiff. Why is it stiff? Joey’s isn’t.

“Joey, Daddy’s in the garage. Go out and tell him Miss Ellison is here.”

“Oh, he’s so cute. I can’t wait to photograph him. Just look at his penis and that tight scrotum. I just can’t imagine other twelve-year-olds are generally that gifted. I could just look at him all day long. He really is a beautiful boy.”

Yeah, Miss Ellison. I’m beautiful but only when I’m naked! I remember hearing that last weekend. Bet you wanna’ touch it too! No, I know you want to feel it. I can see it in your eyes.

“Oh, hi there, Miss Ellison. All ready for a day with these two?”

He just acted like having his two naked sons in the presence of a woman they hardly knew was normal.

“I thought I’d have them for the weekend. Didn’t you mention you and the Misses could use some time away?”

You forgot that part. Come on Dad, tell her just the day. Not the whole weekend. You did say something like that, but only the day. You changed your mind. Say you changed your mind.

“Well that’d be great. We could slip off for the weekend. What do you think, Hun?”

Come on Mom. Tell ‘em you don’t want to impose, and she doesn’t have to keep us. Please. Please. Please.

“Oh, that would be a real treat. Looks like you’ve got them for the weekend.”

Miss Ellison couldn’t contain her excited smile, “You might want to pack some clothes for them. A pair of shorts, t-shirts, socks?”

Look, Miss Ellison, you know, and I know you don’t want us to have any clothes. You’re just pretending to have Mom insist we stay naked the whole time. You want her permission to expose us everywhere. Come on, Mom, agree to pack something. What have you got to lose?

“I don’t think they need any clothes. Just keep ‘em naked. Jack especially needs to learn to be comfortable with himself.”

Cut the shit, Mom. You sound like you get a thrill out of me being embarrassed. Let us take some clothes.

“Well I do have a need for some clothing this time.”

Hooray, for Miss Ellison. Maybe I had you all wrong.

“What I had in mind is some shots of Joey fully clothed while Jack has to be completely naked. You know the younger kid having some modesty and the older none. I think it’d make for an interesting counter-developmental statement. I’d have Joey ordering Jack to be naked.”

What??? WTF?

“Do Jack some good to be in that kind of scenario.”

Dad, you can’t be serious!

“Yeah, I like it too!”

Mom! Where’s the protective mother? What do you mean, “I like it too”? I gotta bail somehow. Yeah, I’ll get the whipping of my life, but it’s worth the pain.

“I’ll pack some shorts, a t-shirt and socks for Joey, while the boys brush their teeth. Now, you’re okay with nothing but shoes for Jack? Right?”

“That’ll be fine.”

What’s that shit eating smirk on your face Miss Ellison. Hey, don’t I get a vote here?

“I don’t want to be naked all the time. I’m not going to do it!”

Oh shit, did you just say that?

Dad’s response was predictable. “You’ll do as you’re told. Miss Ellison, use the belt! You need to whip the fire out of his backside if he gives you the least amount of trouble. And, I mean the least. Just lay into him. Don’t put up with anything. You don’t like the way he looks at you, whip him. No questions asked. Understand?”

Then Dad turned on me, “And, another outburst like that, I’ll demonstrate how it’s to be done! I’ve had it up to my neck with your smart mouth. You seem to think you have a voice in the matter, but you don’t. You’re just a little boy.”

You expected that. Wouldn’t be Dad if he didn’t threaten you. At least he didn’t use the belt to drive his point home. But, that was dangerously close to the edge. Better tone it back a bit.

“Boys go up and brush your teeth. Put on some shoes. I’ll get Joey a change of clothes. Anything else, Miss Ellison?”

Geezzz, Mom’s eager to get the show on the road.

Okay, teeth brushed. Now, do I have the guts to drift off toward my room, grab some clothes and exit through the window? I definitely want to. It’s simply a matter of do I turn right toward the kitchen or left toward freedom? Come on, ball up, go left. I can’t. I’m scared to do it. You can do it! Left. Oh, shit, you coward. Are you that afraid of Dad? Yeah, I guess I am.

Miss Ellison was chomping at the bit. “Well, boys we need to get going. We’re missing the morning light.

I can’t go out there naked. The neighbors might see me. Ah, come on. Really Mom and Dad? Naked? Joey, don’t be so anxious. Yeah, kid, the neighbors all see you naked all the time. But, I’m not going to...

“Oh, I forgot to ask. Do you mind if I bring a couple of my nieces on the shoots with the boys?”

What?

“One of them is Jack’s age. Thought they might add to some of the interest for photos of Jack, not so much with Joey.”

“Not at all. Go right ahead. Invite anyone you want.”

Dad, you are selling me out here.

Just say you forgot something, go up to your room and skip out the window while you still can. You can drop down from the ledge. You do it for fun regularly.

“I’ll be right back down, I forgot to shut my computer off.”

Go, head upstairs. Go on. Why are you pausing? Having second thoughts about slipping out?

“I’ll take care of it. You just sit here with Miss Ellison.” Mom headed up to my room.

Sure hope I left it on. If I didn’t, she might suspect something. I’ll bet Dad knows it was a ploy. Wonder if he suspected my whole escape plan? He certainly is shutting down my options.

“Come over here Jack.”

Shit, what do you do now. Miss Ellison has just summoned me. If I don’t obey, I’ll get whipped. That’s one of Mom and Dad’s biggest triggers. Disrespect and defiance of adults is not acceptable. He will wear me out right here and now. Go over to her.

I complied sheepishly. Miss Ellison gently reached out and cradled my ball sack. My dick was pointing straight at her.

I can’t watch. This is embarrassing. What in the hell is she doing to me? She’s rolling my balls around between her finger and thumb. I wish she’d stop. If she pinches...Don’t look at her. Why isn’t Dad stopping her. Here comes Mom. Maybe...

“I just love feeling little boys’ tools. They are so interesting especially at Jack’s age. Their scrotums are so soft and their little testicles so slippery and smooth. And that penis. I don’t think it could be more perfect. But then Joey’s is just as clean cut and differentiated. Jack’s penis will be just as interesting in my photos as Joey’s, maybe even more so.”

She didn’t just say that. She really didn’t say that! But she let go. Back up before she grabs it again. Wait. It didn’t feel that bad. It was just embarrassing as hell. Stand here maybe your erection will invite her to touch it again.

Mom agreed. “It’s been a long time since I felt his equipment. I think we’ll have to work on changing that here at home too.”

What? My mother is not only allowing it. She’s going to start doing it to me too? Nwah. I heard that wrong. Miss Ellison took the bait. She grabbed my boner. She’s playing with it as she talks to Mom and Dad. They aren’t even looking a bit concerned. Joey’s watching her and grinning. He knows I’m uncomfortable. He’s loving it.

Mom handed Miss Ellison a paper bag. “I put a pair of shorts, a t-shirt and socks in here for Joey. You don’t need a set for Jack?”

“No, no, I just want a few shots with Joey clothed and Jack nude. It’ll take viewers on a thought-provoking junket. You know, why’s this older kid’s naked and all the others clothed? I may insist on Joey and the girls playing with his boy parts. Kind of forcing him into submission. We’ll see how it works out.”

Mom smiled and gave my father a look of satisfaction at the very hint of such a thing. He was stoic.

“We better get going. I still need to pick up the girls. We need to head to the park.”

Dad rose, “You boys behave and do as you’re told. Miss Ellison wear the hell out of their backsides with a belt if they don’t mind. You’re in-charge and there’ll be no questions asked if you do.”

Ah, there it was again. Every time I go somewhere the instructions are the same to the attending adult. “Beat his ass if he gives you the least bit of trouble!”

We walked to the car. Me guardedly. I cupped my erection for the jaunt to protect myself from being seen by the neighbors. I couldn’t get into her car quick enough. She passed the bag with Joey’s clothes into the backseat and it landed in my lap. I welcomed the opportunity to hold the bag in my lap.

“Are you both buckled?”

Was that rhetorical? I mean are you expecting a response or are you like Mom and Dad using it as a reminder. I’ll just sit here unless she asks again. Leave the bag here on your lap. I’m surprised Joey hasn’t tried to wrest it from me. Guess he’s too busy playing with himself there. Joey, why don’t you give it a rest. Quit flicking it and giggling. Just look out the window or something.

There are Mom and Dad at the backdoor. They’re waving. I’m pissed and they know it. Should I wave back? It might make them feel guilty. Oh, hell no, I’m not going to acknowledge them except with a scowl. Shit we’re actually backing out of the driveway. The journey begins.

“We’re going to pick up Amanda and Molly before we go to the park. Jack, Amanda’s your age so you might enjoy the company.”

What have you been smokin’, Miss Ellison? I’m naked and you’re going to pick up some other kids who are my age, and girls at that. I’m supposed to be okay with that? I’m naked, here! Go ahead and shout it out. Maybe she’ll get the hint. No don’t just sit here and sulk. Don’t say anything.

“Can they play with my brother’s weiner?”

Joey, you little shit don’t give her any ideas.

“Oh, they may touch him there, but I’m not sure how much.”

No, they won’t. I’ll take the belt. Those girls aren’t going to feel my penis. Think again, Miss Ellison. Now there’s a lump in your throat.

Joey ever the brownnoser had to offer a clean invitation, “They can touch mine as much as they want. I just don’t want them to hurt me.”

No surprise there, Joey. But, if you welcome their touching you there, why are you such a tease to your own brother when he wants to play with it? You like people playing with it, don’t you?

She hasn’t noticed I’m holding Joey’s bag and using it to shield my junk from view, and, eventually from being touched. Maybe this will be my salvation. At least it’ll delay any exposure after we pick up those girls. She’s looking in the rearview mirror. Is she looking at me holding the bag or is she just using it for eye contact while she banters with Joey? She hasn’t said anything about it. Just act unaware and maybe she won’t notice.

What? We’re pulling into a driveway. Oh shit, there they are. Two girls. The older one is kind of cute. Don’t get hard, don’t get hard! They’re running to the car. Is that their mother following them? Must be.

Miss Ellison opened her window and both girls rested their chins on the car door.

“Are those the boys? Look Molly they’re naked!”

“Hi, Jen, you ready for this?” The lady stood behind the two girls peering back at me and Joey. “Oh, they are cute. You say they’ll be naked for most of the weekend?”

“Yes, their mother and father are going out of town, so I’ve got them for the weekend.” A pause in the conversation then, “Molly you get in the backseat between the boys. Amanda you can sit up front.”

Thank God Molly opened Joey’s side to crawl in. Hold that bag tight. Don’t look at anyone. Maybe they won’t notice you.

“Girls, buckle up. Molly check to make sure Jack, he’s the bigger one, is buckled up. Just take the bag and you hold it. It’s got Joey’s clothes in it.”

Hold tight. Both girls and the lady are looking at you. Don’t give up the damned bag.

Molly tugged at the bag. She was determined. “He won’t let go of the bag.”

“Jack, give Molly the bag and let her check your seat belt.”

Reluctantly I gave up the bag.

With all female eyes on me, she directed her niece, “Molly, Honey, spread his legs apart and make sure the belt is snug.”

My boner popped free.

“Oh my, he’s really endowed, isn’t he?” Her sister or sister-in-law announced.

Molly tugged at the belt and assured her aunt my seat belt was fastened snuggly. She never did take her eyes off my erection.

“Go ahead, Honey, you can feel it.”

Who in the hell is she to give anyone else permission to feel my dick and balls? Her hands are small and cold. What’s she giggling about? It isn’t funny. Her mother is giggling too.

“I wanna pull on it!” the ten year old in the front seat impatiently weighed in.

“You girls will both be able to feel the boys as much as you want, just not now. Aunt Jen, wants to get them to the park so she can take pictures of you with them.”

Miss Ellison bid her farewell, “I’ll try to get them back in time for you to have a little time with the boys too.”

“That’s good. I bet I could easily spend an hour or two fondling that big one.”

We backed out. Molly changed her attention to Joey. “Hey, let me feel yours.”

Willingly Joey spread his legs exposing his hard on and walnut sized ball sack. She began a barrage of slaps to his penis completely entertained by it bouncing to and froe as she did so.

Hey, at least she isn’t still antagonizing you. Take the bag back from her and put it in your lap. “Outa’ sight, outa’ mind”. Let go of the bag kid. The damned bag is going to tear if she doesn’t let go.

“Aunt Jen, he won’t let me keep the bag. Let go...” she tugged at it.

“I can hold it. It’s my brother’s clothes.”

“Jack, let Molly hold the bag. You spread your legs and don’t cover up. I want to keep an eye on your penis.”

How in the hell can you do that and drive too?

I glared at her eye to eye in the rearview mirror.

Hey, let go of my penis, kid! Dare I command it? Oh fine, now the other one is turned around and laughing at the death grip her sister has on my erection. Let go! Shift a bit and see if you can free it from her grip. That just made it worse. She tightened her grip. You know any complaining will fall on deaf ears.

Molly reported her findings to her sister. “I like feeling his thing. It’s all hard and smooth, too. This end tip part is rubbery. Kinda like your stress ball only smaller.”

“Well you’ll get a lot of time to do that this weekend. So will you, Amanda. You girls will be able to feel either one whenever you want.”

“Can we feel their balls too?”

“Yes, Amanda, you can feel whatever you want.”

I’m not going to let these two touch me like that. But, I must admit, I do like her stranglehold on my dick. It really does feel good to have someone holding it. There’s a funny feeling I’m getting that is making it stretch even harder. Maybe, if she doesn’t hit me in the balls and just feels them, I will get the same feeling. I don’t know, I’ve never let a girl feel me like this. Be still my legs. Why are you spreading them? You’re inviting their touches. Close your damn legs.

What the hell? Joey’s even coaching Molly’s touching. He’s flicking his own penis and giggling. She’s intently watching. Oh, there she goes, she’s pulling it. Wish I was so open to being played with. I wonder if he’ll be the same about it when he’s my age.

Now she’s back to grabbing my hard on. Maybe it’s because I spread my legs. It was an uncontrollable invitation to grab it. I wonder what my friend Eddie would do?

“Molly, don’t hurt them. We’ve got a whole day to take pictures and I don’t want them hurt!”

“I won’t Aunt Jen. I’m just feeling their boy things, not hitting them there. You know I’ve seen boys at school when another boy hits them there and I know it hurts. They bend over and fall to the ground and roll around for a while. It’s funny.”

I couldn’t resist. I mumbled, “Yeah, well not for them.”

Amanda chimed in, “Aunt Jen, where are we going?”

“To my school’s playground. It’s Saturday, I sure hope there are other kids there.”

“These guys are naked! Are you going to make them play naked? I mean everyone will see them.”

Thank you for pointing that out Amanda. But, your aunt wants us to be seen by as many people as she can. I think she gets off on embarrassing us. Well, at least me. Joey apparently doesn’t give a shit.

“Yep. That’s the idea, Honey. Boys don’t deserve to be modest. It’s good for them to be naked in public. They will have to be naked while they play. I want pictures of them on all the playground stuff, naked.”

Who the hell made up that rule, Miss Ellison? This boy doesn’t think being naked in public is good for him. Oh shit, that’s Joey’s school. She isn’t really going to make me get out of the car naked, is she? Oh God, there are five or six kids playing on the playground. Looks like they’re all Joey’s age. One, two, three, four girls and two boys. I won’t get out. I’m not going to be on display naked.

“Okay, kids, everyone out!”

Just sit here. Don’t move. Passively protest. Maybe she’ll grant a reprieve.

Damn, Joey, why’d you just hop out? Don’t look so excited. You probably know these kids. Do you really want them to see you naked? Maybe it’s his age?

“Jack you need to get out.”

What if I don’t? I better do what she says. She just might whip my ass like Dad said. I better get the initial shock over with. Cup your junk as long as you can. Maybe she’ll be good with that, but I doubt it. I know she wants those other kids to get a show so I’ll have to drop my guard sooner or later.

“Amanda, you pull Jack to the playground by his penis. Jack put your hands down so Amanda can grab your penis.”

Well there goes that plan. Her hand is small but her grip is tight. My tip is sticking out from her grasp. She’s really putting a tug on it. Not so hard, brat. Don’t pull on it so hard.

“Molly, you pull Joey by his.”

What the fuck is Joey giggling about? Maybe it’s because he’s already spent a day or two on display. He’s cooperating fully.

Some nine or ten year old girl on the playground spotted us as Miss Ellison preceded the procession taking pictures. “Hey, look, those boys are naked!”

Oh shit, they’re all running toward us.

One of the girls asked the ultimate question, “Why are they naked?”

Miss Ellison paused the picture taking long enough to address the kid. “Because they’re boys, and little boys don’t need clothes on. We all like seeing their peepees and little bags, don’t you? Don’t you think they’re cute naked? Have you ever seen a naked boy before?”

“Can we touch their boy things?”

“In a few minutes. Let the girls pull them to the playground.”

“I can pull one. Hey, you’re Joey from the third grade aren’t you?”

Joey just giggled his acknowledgement before Miss Ellison continued. “No, wait until we get over there and I’ll tell you when you can feel them.”

Well, what did you expect? Miss Ellison’s answer wasn’t a surprise. Was it? Of course, they’d get a free for all session feeling my dick and balls and probably they’d get to poke things in my butthole. Joey will love it. I’m a bit scared. How can my dick be so hard while I’m so scared?

After acknowledging Joey as a classmate, one of the boys piped up, “How about us? Can we feel their things too?”

“Sure. Just wait until I tell you.”

So much for fraternity. Even the boys want to cop a feel. Yeah, I guess they would. I mean you look forward to feeling your brother’s, and Eddie and you play with each other in the woods and on sleepovers. Why wouldn’t some strange kid want to check out another boy? An older one at that. Guess that puts the whole “you all have the same equipment” justification to rest. Most boys like to explore/compare other boys’ junk to their own and that includes the feel of it.

Whoa, Molly, grabbed my hard-on. That was abrupt. She’s got a death grip on it. I must admit it doesn’t feel half bad being wrapped in her hand. She’s tugging on it. That’s not so great. What the hell? Joey’s laughing while Amanda pulls on his.

Those kids are all watching and laughing. Talk about embarrassing.

“Girls, pull the boys to the monkey bars,” Miss Ellison was backing up, taking photos and barking orders at the same time.

“Boys, I want you two to climb on the monkey bars and I’m going to be all around taking pictures of you while you do. Don’t look at the camera. Just forget I’m here. You other kids climb on there too.”

One boy who appeared to be Joey’s age asked, “Do we have to take our clothes off too?”

Miss Ellison was quick to explain, “No. You guys keep your clothes on. We only want Jack and Joey to be naked. Go on now, climb up there.”

Surprised by her remark, the oldest boy said, “I’m not taking my clothes off. You don’t have to worry about that. I’m not taking my clothes off for anyone.”

Ah, maybe being shy about being naked isn’t just me. Other kids got it too. Lucky him. He can tell her he isn’t going to strip naked. Wonder if his mother would support him, if she was here. Bet she’d make him strip too, if she was.

One of the girls responded back at the boy, “That’s Miss Ellison. She’s a teacher here. You have to do whatever she tells you.”

He was emphatic, “I don’t care who she is. I’m not going to take my clothes off.”

The supportive girl just huffed and turned her attention back to us.

After two hours of her clicking away with her camera while Joey and I climbed on the playground equipment and romped on the opened field amongst our clothed playmates, Miss Ellison loaded up the four of us and we were off to the wooded park. This time Amanda got to sit between us and play with our junk to her heart’s content.

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