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A Palisade Author story from MrDouble's archive, 
Filename: heathers.txt
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story_codes: M/g(2), molestation, toddler, cons

story_intro: When Donna becomes aware that some people have erotic designs on her very little girl, the realization makes her horny. She experiments first by posting some photos that get huge reactions. The tot's progression into an online sex starlet continues with more suggestive photos and some secret videos of babysitting done by a very friendly older neighbor.


story_language: English



Heather's Fan Club: Age 2

Written by madvlad


	Donna walked around the pool and could practically feel the eyes upon her. That was nice as she kept her body fit and had it not been for the little girl she was carrying, no one would have guessed she had ever given birth. But what really made Donna's engine tick was the thought of some eyes following the precious little bundle in the crook of her arm and the perverted thoughts swirling behind those eyes.

	Donna's boyfriend of three years ago had been the kind of guy she liked to be around for a good time. But when she got pregnant, she knew he was not the dependable type to help raise a kid or - heavens forbid - marry her. But he was decent enough to help out with the bills and get the spare bedroom in her condo set up as a nursery. In a frank discussion in which they both quickly buried the idea of getting hitched, he was sincere in offering some sort of child support.

	Although appreciative, Donna declined, not wanting to tie the guy down. He might not be the marrying type at this stage of his life, but at least he wasn't an asshole and she didn't want their child to be a burden for him. And for her own sake, she didn't want to feel any obligation to him.  So two months after the birth of their daughter, he was history and neither of them had anything but good memories of the good times.

	While perusing parenting websites, Donna had read a blog about mothers being creeped out by people who seemed to take an avid interest in their children - usually men in a restaurant or in a store or at a park. Donna read the article several times, including the responses from other parents who recounted their own experiences. It wasn't just fascinating, it was...well, that explained why she was rubbing her crotch. Rather than being appalled by her reaction, Donna was amused - she now had another kink to add to her collection.

	What would it be like to have someone lusting after her little girl? From her mother's perspective, she thought Heather was a cutie. Other people, some complete strangers, had commented on how adorable she was and more recently, how she was remarkably beautiful. Heather was two years old, now, and was really developing into a pretty little girl.

	A slight noise from the baby monitor made Donna look at the video display. Heather was napping and had mumbled something in her sleep. Now she was rustling slightly until she was more comfortable. When Donna had set her down in her crib, she had stripped her down to her diaper so that her peanut butter and jelly-smeared shirt and shorts could go into the laundry hamper instead of transferring the goo onto her crib sheet and her Winnie the Pooh blanket.

	Now the little girl lay on her belly with one leg slid up and bent under her and her diaper-clad rump sticking up in the air. Would someone think the toddler was showing off her goods? On an impulse, Donna crept into the nursery and took several photos of Heather in her slumbering pose.

	For the next few days, she cruised various web sites of a nature she was somewhat familiar with. She had been a fixture on some of the more underground sites and through her network of cyber-friends (a few of which she had met in the flesh), got access to an exclusive site hidden by a layer of proxy servers. On some of the other sites she had frequented, she had posted rather exotic photos of herself (and sometimes with various boyfriends). But the new one she connected with was devoted toward much younger subjects - from jailbait at the eldest down to toddlers. She spent time looking at the older girls, then the tweens and then younger children in elementary and preschool, imagining what Heather might be like at those ages.

	After creating a user account for herself, she posted the photos she had taken a few days before. It wasn't until the next night that she logged back in although thoughts of what others might comment about had tormented her with anticipation throughout the day and she fought the urge to check the site every fifteen minutes.

	As she was logging in, she convinced herself that there wouldn't be much posted about her daughter. It was the down portion of the roller coaster she'd been riding all day and she didn't want to be disappointed when the comment boxes below the photos were empty.

	The boxes were filled, and several quite long with postings as she had to scroll to read them all. Her baby was a huge hit.

	Some of the comments were sweet and adoring while others tended to be more explicit - some downright hardcore. Although Donna had read posts in this vein before about others, the fact that these observations and fantasies were directed toward her own little angel made her very moist and itchy between her legs. For over an hour, she read the comments over and over with a hand busy at her crotch. After she came a second time, she pondered her options with Heather. As many people had posted - there just had to be more.

	She logged off and decided it was time to go to bed. On the way to her bedroom, she crept into Heather's room where the child was fast asleep in the embrace of innocent dreams. Brushing a lock of silky blonde hair from her daughter's face, Donna kissed her gently.

	"Thank you for helping Mommy cum," she whispered.

	The following morning, a Saturday, Donna arrived at the condominium complex's pool with Heather. Finding a lounge chair, the plopped her bag on it and sat down before stripping Heather to her swimming diaper. The child had a fair complexion so Donna was always careful to use waterproof sunblock when they were at the pool. But today, she took her time, making sure the tot was plainly seen while the sunblock was slowly massaged into her supple skin.

	As usual, the easygoing girl sat somewhat still as her mother put the stuff all over her. Today, her mother's hands felt even better although she never would have understood the woman's intent.

	"Good, Mommy," she said as Donna gave one of her little thighs a rubdown.

	Donna wondered if anyone watching would like to see her smear some sunblock onto Heather's baby cunt. That might be fun to try, but not in public.

	When she was done, Donna slipped Heather's two piece swim suit on. She wondered how the girl would look in a form-fitting one-piece suit - especially for on-line photos, but determined that would have to wait until Heather was out of diapers for practical reasons. Having to get the thing completely off and back on every time Heather needed to be changed would be too cumbersome. But at the rate that Heather was progressing with her potty training, she might well be ready by late summer.

	Donna took Heather to the shallow wading pool where mothers dipped their infants in the water and slightly older ones could roam around under the eyes of their parents or sitters. Heather was quite proud that she didn't need to hold her mommy's hand in the water anymore and joined some of her fellow toddlers in splashing about.

	When Donna was bringing her back to their chair, Heather bolted to the left, hollering "Missa Candle!"

	Donna grinned and followed her daughter to where Liz and Ben Crandall were sitting. The older couple lived two condos down from her and had given her immeasurable help over the years. Ben was handy around the home and could take care of the little repairs for Donna that liked to crop up at inopportune times. He was retired now and Liz, who sometimes sat for Heather, would be retiring in another year or so.

	They had bought a condo in Florida near where one of their son's and his family lived and would be moving soon after Liz's retirement. Donna would miss them when the time came but wished them well.

	Liz laughed as she received a sopping wet hug from Heather. Then Ben leaned forward and held out his arms.

	"Don't I get a hug from my bathing beauty?" he asked.

	Heather giggled and leapt into his arms, leaving the front of his t-shirt wet after he settled her on his knee.

	Although Ben's actions were those of genuine affection and kindness, Donna caught a certain glint in his eye when he was watching Heather as she ran to his wife. Had it always been there? Only now was she watching for people attracted to her daughter in that way. The gears in her mind turned rapidly and she casually asked for a favor.

	"Ben? Is there any chance you could spare part of an afternoon early next week? I have a work project that I need a couple of hours of uninterrupted time for at home - but not enough to send her to day care for the entire day."

	Donna was able to do much of her work by computer at home but usually sent Heather to daycare two or three times a week so she could get other errands done or occasionally go to the office. There was nothing pressing for her to get done work-wise, but she had other, prurient interests to satisfy now.

	On Monday afternoon, Donna was ready when Ben rang the bell. Just prior to his arrival, she had removed Heather's clothing so the child would be left alone with the man while wearing only her diaper. Again, she saw the look flash in Ben's eyes as he surveyed the two year-old's cuddly little form.

	"She just had a nap and I have a snack set out for her in the living room," Donna told her neighbor. "There are cartoons on TV so if you could just make sure she's ok, I'd appreciate it. And give me a shout if you need me."

	Donna returned to her bedroom where she had a desk and her laptop running. Minimizing the windows for a work project she had been doing, she concentrated solely on the video feed from the video camera she had secreted among the stuff sitting on top of the television. It was one of those high-definition recorders she had spent more for than she thought she should, but if this worked as she hoped, she wanted the best quality footage she could get.

	Ben was sitting on the couch with Heather comfortably ensconced on his lap, leaning back against his stomach. Aside from some goldfish crackers she was munching on, her attention was focused on the colorful animation on TV. Ben had one hand on her knee and the other patting her belly. As Donna watched, her hand crept to her crotch as Ben's hands began to roam all over her little girl.

	The hand on Heather's knee slid up to her thigh. When the man's fingers wrapped around it, they covered the entire upper limb. Then he straightened his fingers and let the tips play over the interior of both little thighs, prodding the soft flesh and exquisitely smooth skin. With the other hand, he was massaging her plump tummy. Moving his hand in a circular motion, he also covered her chest. Then he used his thumb and forefinger to lightly twiddle the tiny pink dots there.

	Donna leaned forward, breathing hard as Ben toyed with Heather's toddler titties. Were the nipples hardening between his fingers? Was her little girl getting stimulated?

	Heather wriggled in Ben's lap, her face betraying no sense of discomfort or pleasure. Ostensibly to keep the girl from slipping off, Ben moved his hand from her legs to her crotch and kept it there. Now his fingers flexed as he squeezed the diapered bulge between the tyke's legs. Heather looked down at what the man was doing and then settled back against him. Ben opened her legs farther and she remained complaint as he groped her through her Pampers.

	This continued for a half an hour before Ben took it further.

	Ben doubted that Heather could feel his hardness against her diapered bottom. While squeezing her bottom, he shifted her back and forth a little to give his erection a little ass rubbing. She was a sweet, beautiful kid and the few shards of guilt he felt in taking advantage of her were dispelled when it became obvious she didn't mind his touches at all. Her skin was so silky everywhere he had touched - flawlessly smooth except for the two stiffened points he had created on her chest.

	"You've got great tits for a two year-old," he said to the tot who simply grinned at him and then looked back at the TV.

	He would have loved to have stripped her diaper off and laid her on the kitchen table for more touching fun and maybe even a dry hump, rubbing his dick against her baby quim, but Donna was in the next room. What would he say if she walked in - he was just taking her temperature?
But there was one plausible thing he could do.

	"Let's see if you're wet," he announced.

	(Unknown to him, Heather's mother was quite wet in her room down the hall.)

	Used to being checked and changed, Heather was nonplussed when he unfastened the tape on the sides that held her diaper together. Ben eased the front of the diaper away from the girl, revealing at last the bald toddler treasure nestled between her fleshy thighs.

	She was so irresistibly cute and tiny there. Her hairless mound disappeared beneath the two fingers the nice man had there. When those fingers started to rub her hairless pussy, Heather murmured contentedly and spread her legs a little wider in appreciation for the good things she was feeling.

	Donna was dizzy with lust as she watched it unfold on the monitor. The front of Heather's diaper was still tilted high enough to cover her privates from the camera, but there was no mistaking the man's action as he worked between her legs. And it was obvious that Heather didn't the attention. A jolt from Donna's loins stunned her with its ferocity and she jabbed harder in response with the finger's dipping into her snatch. Shaking in her chair, she came while watching her baby girl being gently molested.

	Jerry was hunching his hard-on against Heather as he rubbed and squeezed her little quim. When he stopped for a moment, she whined at the cessation of those fun touches. Fumbling beneath her, Ben unzipped his fly and then pressed the girl's rump against him. Resuming his fingering of the two year-old's tiny cuntlet, he ground his prick against her rear. With a groan, he released, spraying his semen against the back of the child's diaper.

	After wiping the seat of Heather's diaper with a napkin, he collapsed back against the couch. He had to give himself a moment to recover. Taping Heather's diaper back into place, he kissed her on the top of her head.

	"That's a good girl," he said as Heather looked down at her re-secured diaper.

	Now he wondered if she'd ask for more touches or say something about what he had just done.

	Heather sat still for a moment, understanding that with her diaper on, the good touching was done. She reached for her empty sippy cup and held it up to Ben.

	"I want juice," she informed him, stating her new priority.

	While the candid video made for great masturbation material for Donna, she decided to be stingy on what she posted.  She uploaded some stills from early in the video with the diapered tot in a man's lap. She also digitally blurred Ben's face to protect his identity while wondering if he ever visited such sites.

	Members loved the photos with the man's hands on the girl's leg and torso, suggesting where they like to put their hands. Jamming a vibrator in her pussy, Donna fantasized about so many strangers' hands exploring her daughter's naked body, making Heather squirm happily. She had found a little dried residue on Heather's diaper from where Ben had cum. What would the stuff look like on her baby girl's skin? It would be all wet and shiny and sticky as it was rubbed in everywhere.

	As a reward for such thoughtful posts, Donna added one more still - this one with Ben's hand clutching Heather's diapered crotch. The reaction was huge - and resulted in a private message from the site administrator. Donna knew about the VIP section and the feedback ratings she had received from her few Heather posts had been generating points toward her gaining access to the collection of more "interesting photos". Now the administrator gave Donna access although she was a few points short.

	The reason, the administrator said, was that she (Donna was surprised at that, having assumed the admin was male) was "perfectly in lust" with Donna's "slut baby". Any time Donna needed someone to look after Heather, the admin said she'd meet them wherever she had to. Then she'd tie the little girl up and show her a good time.

	After searching for the administrator's posts, Donna found the woman was indeed an aficionado of pedo lesbian bondage. Hmm...now that was something one did not usually find in the personal ads of the local paper. 

	Featured in the admin's collection was one girl whose catalog of pics dated back to where she was three. Moving forward, Donna saw the girl growing into a slim young girl, and then gradually blossoming into adolescence. Now fifteen, the girl was apparently developing a fetish of her own for getting piercings while held down in leather and chains. Joining her for the last few years was another, younger girl who was now perhaps eight years old.

	Donna wondered how Heather would turn out on this site and shivered deliciously at the thought of others watching her childhood evolve in a very kinky online scrapbook. But for now she had to think of other ways to produce some prime masturbation material of her daughter.

	Donna's next idea hit her two days later when she was cleaning the closet in Heather's room, sorting through clothes the girl had outgrown. In the corner on the floor, she found an open box of diapers from two sizes ago. There were still a dozen or so in there and as she was about to toss them because they would be too small, she reconsidered it and brought a diaper out to the living room where Heather was playing.

	The girl was already only wearing a diaper as Donna had taken some pictures earlier of her just doing her typical activities. Heather wanted to see her photos and Donna showed them to her after she had posted them.

	"Lots and lots of people like looking at pictures of you," Donna had cooed as she rocked Heather in her lap.

	"Why?" the tot inquired.

	Because they want do all kinds of hot and nasty things to you, baby girl, Donna thought before she replied.

	"Because looking at pretty girls like you makes people happy."

	"Mommy happy?"

	"Yes, Mommy is very happy."

	"I happy," Heather confirmed.

	"Let's take more pictures," Donna announced.

	"Happy pickshuhs!" Heather agreed, clapping her hands with delight.

	"This is your new outfit," Donna said as she help up one of the smaller diapers.

	"I got diapuh," the little girl said as she patted her bulky garment.

	"Oh, but this is a special one that will make you look sexier."

	"Okay," she agreed, trusting her mommy.

	Heather lay on the carpet and held her legs out so her mommy could change her. Donna made a mental note to post on the site about how her little girl would lie down and spread her legs for anyone. That would get some hands moving in people's laps - male or female.

	When Donna put the smaller diaper on, she had the elastic in the legs stretched tight before she could get the tape on each side attached to the tab. After standing the girl upright, she was very pleased with the results.

	On the sides, there was only the tape barely meeting the tabs on top, giving the effect of a diaper with high-cut hips. The padded seat was pulled snugly across Heather's rear and the small bulge of the front rode a little high and tight to show the juncture of the girl's crotch and thighs. If toddlers were prostitutes, they'd wear something like this to show off their little wares.

	"You look very sexy," Donna said.

	Heather beamed at the praise although she didn't know what sexy was. Happily she posed for pictures, showing off for the camera. When she sensed the girl was losing interest in this game, Donna had her finish by blowing a kiss to the camera.

	The site people loved the photo set. One man "lilpreglover", commented on how the undersized diaper made the baby fat on Heather's soft belly plump out a little more above the waist line.

	"If it was possible, I'd love to knock her up and make her tummy really swell," he posted.

	Donna's cunny watered at the perverse fantasy of her little girl becoming a mama while still in diapers. It deserved a reply and the next day she had Heather wearing another outgrown diaper for more pictures.

	The little girl giggled as her mother wrote on her belly in washable marker. Posing for the camera in her sexy Pampers, she smiled broadly while across her front were the words "I wish a daddy would put a bun in my oven".

	After taking a few photos, Donna took the marker again and added the words "Insert Here" across the front of Heather's diaper. After a few more shots, Heather started to fidget and Donna realized it was getting past her nap time. When she was tired, Heather tended to get quiet and act a little shy. She had never been one to make much of a fuss.

	"Just a few more, baby," Dona said as she sat Heather on the floor and unfastened the tape.

	The diaper popped open but the front stayed up enough to conceal Heather's privates. That was perfect as Donna got down on her stomach to take a few more pictures. From the angle she got, Heather was completely exposed on the side, showing some bare buttock and naked skin from the side of her leg up through her hip and on to the torso. With her blues eyes becoming heavy-lidded and a sleepy smile on her face, Heather looked like an ingnue, coyly enticing a lover to her crib.

	After she set Heather down for her nap, Donna hurried to her computer. Her loins were practically bubbling with excitement as she transferred the images and saw them blown up on the monitor. The comments, of course, would add fuel to that fire.

	While the diapered soft-core modelling had been getting rave reviews, all good things came to an end. As Donna had predicted, Heather's need for diapers had ceased by late August. On the plus side, that meant less trash and lower weekly shopping bills as her daughter graduated to size 2T panties. It also meant she needed a toddler bed so she could get out on her own to use the toilet during the night. Donna looked forward to more uninterrupted sleep.

	Heather's new bed arrived in a box, requiring assembly. A call to Ben quickly set up an assembly appointment for the next day and a volunteer group would be by a few days later to remove the crib which Donna was donating to a charity that helped needy families. As a final hurrah, she posted the video of Heather with Ben's hand in her open diaper, getting a good feel of her unseen cunny.

	Site members were begging for a look at her daughter's hairless pussy and the video ratcheted the demand, but Donna enjoyed the tease. Of course some members wanted to do more than just look and their explicit desires kept Donna's hand busy well into the night.

	As planned, Donna had her daughter wearing only panties when Ben arrived. He clearly liked what he saw but also enjoyed playing a game with her.

	"Where's Heather?" he asked.

	"Me! Me! Me!" she insisted, hopping in front of him.

	"Nooo," Ben replied with a mock scowl. "Heather's a baby who wears diapers. I see a young lady in underpants."

	Heather put her hands on her hips and fixed a stern expression on her face as she looked up at him.

	"I'm Heather," she stated, flatly.

	A month earlier, Heather would have said, "I Heather," Donna noted. Her daughter's vocabulary was advancing so rapidly. And Donna was hoping for ideas to promote Heather's advancement in other areas.

	"Alright, you convinced me," Ben laughed as she scooped the girl up.

	Heather giggled in his arms, wriggling her rump in the man's well placed hand. Donna was sure the feel of that cute little ass was a great down payment For Ben's help with the new bed, even if he always refused any official compensation.

	As Ben carried his tool bag in one hand and Heather in the other as he went to her bedroom, Donna called out to him.

	"I can watch Heather and keep her out of your way," she offered.

	"That's okay," he answered. "I need a helper."

	"I'm helping, Mommy," Heather added as they disappeared.

	Heather was more of a hindrance than a help, as Donna could tell from the feed of three different video cameras she had secreted in Heather's room. Since there was no telling what might happen and where, she wanted to be sure she had a decent angle on the action.

	As the nearly naked little girl crawled about - on top of the instructions or on top of Ben - and picked up various parts for her own inspection, Ben didn't mind at all. Occasionally, he had to make her move with a tickle on her ribs, tummy, or feet. Heather squealed at the innocent contact and very much enjoyed being the man's "helper".

	Despite Ben's more salacious interest in the child, it was once again clear to Donna that he also felt genuine affection for her. Donna hoped to have him watch her from time to time and felt secure in that whatever he might do to the girl, he would never cause her harm.

	When Ben finally had the bed complete, he patted the mattress and turned to Heather.

	"Well, try it out, Miss Heather, and see what you think."

	Heather pounced onto the bed and rolled over onto her back, spreading her arms and legs apart and wriggling to test it out. The panty-clad tyke with her wide open legs screamed an invitation that left Ben's mouth a little dry.

	"It's fun," she proclaimed, jiggling her little body some more.

	"It feels good, I'll bet," Ben said, stroking one of her legs.

	He moved his hand up, gently squeezing the flesh of her thigh before sliding over the thin cotton fabric decorating with playing kittens. Tugging on the waistband, he cinched the material against the girl's crotch, displaying her tiny mound in a scrumptiously bulging camel toe. With his thumb, he stroked the kitty-covered kitty and Heather lay still, remembering the nice touches he had given her before.

	With the child complacent, he slid his fingers under the waistband, discovering the wonders of such the feathery smooth skin waiting for him. Responding to the man's fingers, Heather opened her legs a little more for him and sighed. Of course, she didn't understand any sexual intent - she only enjoyed the contact of those loving fingers as they fondled her bald little snatch.

	Ben wanted to pull his penis out and masturbate, but there would be no way to hide the evidence when he came. The idea of using the paperwork that came with the bed occurred to him but how would he explain how he was able to assemble it with the instructions stuck together? Chuckling in spite of his predicament, he reluctantly removed his hands from Heather's panties.

	Heather looked at him, puzzled because he stopped doing that nice thing to her. But then her excitement took hold and she rolled out of bed and called to her mommy to come see her new bed for big girls.

	Donna was suitably impressed with the bed but her mind was still on the images she had recording. Seeing her happy two year-old with her legs spread while a man's fingers were visibly moving beneath the crotch of her kitten panties was the stuff that would keep her occupied for some time - as well as her friends on the site.

	For a week, Donna had plenty of material as Heather loved to pose and show off all of her pretty new panties. The tot would then sit in her mother's lap, watching as her images were uploaded onto the site to make people happy. Heather was glad that she was making people happy.

	As Heather's birthday neared, Donna's next inspiration prompted a visit to a toy store. When they left, Heather was in her child seat in the back, happily petting an enormous, brown stuffed dog that was larger than she was.

	"Mommy?" she asked as Donna was driving. "What's doggy's name?'

	"Huh? I don't know," Donna said absently as she braked to avoid an idiot who knew how to make sudden lane changes but didn't understand the complexities of turn signals and rear view mirrors. "How about Bowser?"

	"Mommy, doggy's name is Bowser."

	With that pronouncement, Donna readily gave her agreement.

	Heather loved playing on the bed with Bowser. Since her mommy wanted to take pictures that made people happy, she was only wearing a pair of panties decorated with butterflies as she romped with her furry friend.

	But this was only the appetizer. When Donna moved to take Heather's panties off, the girl was perplexed.

	"Mommy, these are pretty panties," she protested. "They make happy pictures."

	"Pickshuhs" were now pronounced "pictures", Donna realized, feeling her daughter growing up just a tad more. She was feeling wistfully maternal, but also horny as hell in turning her daughter into an internet pedo model. Wouldn't that conundrum make for an interesting article in "Parents" magazine?

	"I know, Sweety," she told the girl. "But people are also happy to see you without any clothes on, too."

	That satisfied Heather perfectly and Donna removed her panties without further complaint. Then Donna had Heather "pose like a doggy" on her hands and knees. The girl was in profile, showing off her smooth figure and the curve of one little buttock but keeping her bare twat hidden at that angle. Then Donna draped Bowser's front half over Heather's back with his back paws resting on the mattress behind the tot. Now it looked like the dog was copulating with her baby daughter.

	Heather giggled as the soft fur pressed against her naked skin. Ready to take a photo, Donna shouted "Boo!"

	That startled the girl for a moment, just long enough to capture the image on the camera. The results were just as Donna intended. The nude toddler was staring, her blue eyes wide as if the doggy mounting her as just jammed a nice cock into her sweet little baby cunt.

	"Silly Mommy!" Heather chided as she laughed at her mother's "Boo!".

	Donna encouraged the girl to roll and wrestle with Bowser, getting some nice shots of her daughter's privates. Those would remain un-posted - at least for now - as she enjoyed the eroticism of the hint of displaying those hairless, itty bitty genitals. But there was one photo she did include.

	Heather was on her back, her mouth open with laughter. Bowser was on top of her, nearly nose to nose. While wrestling with him, Heather had her legs wrapped around his midsection with her bare toes wriggling in the air. It looked like the two year-old was enjoying a good dog-fuck in the missionary position.

	The responses that night were grateful and hungry for more. Quite a few members offered to loan her their pets - dogs of all breeds, as well as a Vietnamese pot-bellied pig and a python - for more "playtime".

	Donna wasn't sure about the pig or the snake but wondered about the smaller breeds of dogs. That might be for another day, but tonight she posted one question.

	"Next week, my daughter turns three. Does anyone have any ideas what I should give her for her birthday?"



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This story is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.


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