She's so small and sweet and innocent. I love her to death. I hate to do some of the things we do together. It feels like I am corrupting her. I love it at the time but the guilt... oh the guilt. Her parents trust me so much, if only they knew the things we have done under their roof while they thought their daughter was sleeping soundly in her room, dreaming her sweet, innocent little dreams.
Confession posted on 09/20/2003