"Is he nice?"
"He's nice enough, I guess. I mean … he won't hurt you much."
"You mean he'll hurt us a little?"
"He doesn't mean it to hurt, it just does. But if you can relax it feels good."
"And he gives us candy?"
"Yes."
"Lots?"
"Yeah. Enough to last you all week."
"That's cool."
"Yeah."
…
"Is that him?"
"Yeah, the grey van."
"He looks old."
"Not that old. Not grampa-old, more like uncle-old."
"Do we just get in?"
"Not yet. Hey Mister! Show us the candy first, then we get in the van."
"Wow. Those are family sized chocolate bars."
"I know, right? Now we get in … No, you can't sit in the front. We have to sit in the back on the mattress."
"Why?"
"We just do. It's so no one sees us."
"It smells funny in here. Like old underpants.
"[giggle] Yeah, I know."
…
"[whispered] Where's he taking us?"
"Down by the river. You know that old busted shack where the frogs are?"
"Yeah."
"There."
"I play there sometimes with my brother and his friends."
"Now we're going to play with him."
…
"[whisper] What do we do now?"
"Take our clothes off."
"All of them?"
"Yeah. Don't be scared, Olive."
"I am scared."
"He just likes to take pictures first and then after."
"After?"
"Never mind, you'll see. Open your legs."
"I'm shy."
"Just do what I do. It'll be okay."
"Like this?"
"Yeah, but move your hand. There, like that."
"Okay."
"Now smile for the pictures and play with your nipples."
…
"[gasp] You let him touch you?"
"Yeah. It's nice. Watch what he does."
"Oh my."
"[sigh] Yeah. It feels so good. Faster Mister, please? Oh yeah."
"You okay?"
"Yeah … yeah … Faster? … ugh … oh god … mmm, I like that. Inside now, Mister, inside."
"Holy cow."
"It's good. Oh, it's good. There! Right there! Oh feck!"
"Are you okay, Grace?"
"… yeah … don't stop! [grunting] … okay … okay … okay …"
"You peed a little."
"[giggle] That's not pee. Now let him touch you."
"I don't know …"
"Just do it. It doesn't hurt."
"Oh …"
"See?"
"Yeah."
"Do Olive faster, Mister."
"It's … [gasp]"
"Feels good, huh."
"… yep … [gasp]"
"Let him put it inside."
"It'll hurt."
"It's just a finger."
"But … ow!"
"Shush. Just relax and he'll curl it in there."
"It's … oh … my god …"
"Nice, huh?"
"[worried] My belly feels funny."
"You're almost there."
"It's … oh my … oh? … oh? … ungh …"
"Here it comes."
"… [squeal] …"
"There." Feel better?"
"Yeah. It's not so bad."
"And see? It's not pee."
"It's slippery."
"Yeah. We make that. Girls make that."
…
"Now what."
"Now he gets to feel good too."
"How?"
"You'll see. You won't have to do anything. We'll just hold you down. He holds your hips and I hold your hands."
"I don't want to be held down."
"I've done it."
"How many times?"
"Three."
"Really? It's so big."
"It hurts at first, but it's like the finger - it feels good after you relax."
"I don't want to do it."
"Well, one of us has to."
"You've done it before."
"You're going to have to do it eventually."
"Not my first time, okay? Please?"
"Okay, I'll do it. But you have to hold my hands tight."
"But you've done it before."
"I know, but I still have to be held down. My sister used to hold me, but now she doesn't do this anymore."
"Okay, I guess."
"No, sit behind me. Yeah. Hold my hands."
"Like this?"
"Yeah, but tighter. I'm gunna fight it … I always fight it."
"Okay. Are you ready?"
"Yeah. Do it, Mister. Slow … slow … oh feck! … wait … wait … wait! Owie! … owie-owie-owie … [sobbing]"
"He's hurting you."
"… oh god … oh god … oh feck … no, don't let me go …"
"I'm scared, Grace."
"… s'okay … s' okay … okay … okay … oh god [moan]"
"Did it stop hurting?"
"… yeah … oh yeah … keep holding my hands, okay?"
"I am."
"… feels good … you can go deeper, Mister … oof … oh … so deeeeeeep …"
…

"… [gasp] … oh, Mister … [whimper] … don't let go, Olive … please don't let go …"
"I won't."
…
"… it's coming … oh, it's coming! … HARDER! … ungh! … hold me, Olive! … Hold me! … HOLD ME! … fill me up, Mister! … [grunting] … ohhhhhhh, feck ye-e-e-e-essssss …"
…
"You're all sweaty."
"[whimper] … yeah …"
"Are you okay?"
"… yeah … just let me lay here a minute …"
"Will this put a baby in you, Grace?"
"… not me …"
"But it could."
"… yeah … my sister. That's why she stopped."
"She had a baby?"
"No. It came out when it was small, not really a baby."
"Oh."
"It made her so sad."
"He's driving us back."
"Yeah. Hand me that toilet paper. I have to clean up."
"Eww."
"I know, it looks gross but it doesn't feel gross. Okay, let's get dressed."
"He took your picture again."
"I know."
"When you were all sweaty and all that leaking out of you."
"I said I know. Just get the candy."
…
"Thank you for holding my hands, Olive."
"I liked it. It felt like … [blushing]"
"What?"
"Like I loved you."
"Aww. That's sweet. I felt that way too, Olive."
"You did?"
"Yeah. Doing stuff like that together is called making love."
"We made love?"
"Yeah. Now we love each other."
…
"There's money in the bag too."
"I know. I get the money, we split the candy."
"How do I get the money?"
"Let me hold you tight next time. It's really not so bad."
"I don't know, you were squirming around a lot, and your legs were shaking."
"It's an orgasm."
"What's that?"
"You felt a little one with his finger. The big one is the best thing ever."
"Your toes curled up."
"[giggle] I know."
"Okay. I'll do it next time. But hold my hands?"
"I will. You might cry after. I did the first time."
"Will you hold me if I do?"
"I will. I promise."
"Because you love me, Grace?"
"Yeah. [smile] Because I love you, Olive.