Today I've found myself in an uncomfortable situation. My neighbor asked me to watch her nine-year-old daughter because she had an unforeseen situation come up at her job and was unable to find a sitter on such short notice. The problem I'm facing is not the babysitting itself—rather, the problem is that I am an unabashed pedophile, and Brooke is just about the sexiest little girl I've ever seen. From the moment I first laid eyes on her, I've been enraptured with Brooke. The combination of her cute smile and her beautiful blonde locks which frame her soft young face set my heart aflutter. So today is set to be a hard and grueling battle—a battle to fight my urges and try to spend a pleasant afternoon with Brooke.
As soon as Brooke sits down on my couch with her toy doctor kit, wearing a pink crop top and jean shorts, I know I face almost insurmountable odds. "Hey, Mister! Wanna play 'Doctor'?" she asks me. Her innocent smile has never looked so sexy before; it's like she's unconsciously trying to seduce me.
"Sure," I say, smiling back at her. "But you'll have to remind me of the rules; it's been almost thirty years since I've last played."
She giggles and says, "Okay!" Then she begins to explain how the game works: "The person who plays the doctor is supposed to check all the patient's body parts for any injuries or illnesses. Then they give the patient medicine and make sure they feel better!"
"Sounds simple enough."
She concludes her explanation by assigning our roles. "First, I'll be the patient, then we'll switch."
Brooke starts acting out the scenario by lying on my couch.