Ditched (Gm Molest)
A bit of role-reversal, between a predatory little girl, and a reluctant teenage boy. With weaponized Empathy. SPLOOSH! He was at it again. This boy kept coming out to the ditch out back, picking up rocks with a grunt, and throwing them in the water. Then, he got out of breath, and hot. So, I went out on the porch to watch him. Over the fence, he didn’t even notice me, coming out the kitchen door. He lay back against the other fence, across the creek, looking up. I bet he was looking at the billboard, and I could hear the cars rushing on the highway, it was so loud. Even that far away, okay maybe half a block, but still. They had it up so high, you could see it over my house, even …