loved and admired her for doing that.
"Leigh was sensual without knowing she was.
She radiated health that exuded sex. She moved with
undulating hips, her small breasts jiggling unfettered
beneath those fluttery garments. And Leigh was
always angry with her mother, resenting me, until
finally she discovered one day that her mother was
very jealous. And that's when Leigh began to play up to me. I don't think it was malicious, it was just her revenge against a mother she thought had ruined her
father's life."
I knew what was coming!
I just knew it! I pulled back and raised my
hands to
ward off his words, wanting to cry out and say no, no!
"Leigh began to flirt with me. She dared to mock and
tease me. Often she danced around me tugging at my
hands, taunting me with words that often stung, for
they hit the mark so often. 'You married a paper doll,'
she'd chant to me time and again. 'Let Mother go back
to my father,' she pleaded, 'and if you do, Tony, and if
you do, I'll stay! I'm not in love with myself like she
is.' And God help me, I wanted her. She was only
thirteen years old and she had more sexuality in one
small, white finger than her mother had in her entire
body."
"Stop!" I screamed. "I don't want to hear any
more!"
He went on relentlessly, like a river of melted
snow that had to flood and destroy. "And one day
when Leigh had taunted and teased me ruthlessly, for
it was her game to punish me as much as she punished