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Show 12 little Roberta Plummer, who was seven. We offered them a pipe first but both declined, so we played our game, getting down to underwear, Betsy in her panties before she said she didn't want to play anymore and left. We convinced little Roberta to stay, and on that afternoon with her we first went all the way, all clothes off. In the hot dry dusty air of the loft I was a little surprised at my nakedness and watched out uneasily for hornets and adults. The next time we were less uneasy and consequently the excitement of being naked increased. All of us looked very carefully and \/ery curiously at little Roberta, though little Roberta didn't seem too interested in us. The third time we arranged to play, Roberta's older sister Joan showed up with her. "What do you kids do up here?" "I don't know. Smoke a little. You want some?" "I don't know. What else do you do?" She looked at me; it was my loft. "Nothing." "Nothing, huh. You sure?" "Sure I'm sure." "We play Truth and 'Quences," said little Roberta. "Yeah, you do, huh?" "Maybe a little. We never go all the way though." "Do you, Roberta?" "Never!" I cried. "Do we, Roberta?" "Huh-uh," she said, shaking her head. "We take all our clothes off." The little fink. Joan smiled. "All your clothes, eh?" |