In the drug store, a surprising GM

I was getting a prescription filled and was waiting near the general (over the counter) shelves when I saw this gorgeous 12 year old Asian little girl toting a small, drug-store plastic hand basket, and peering at the upper shelves. Beautiful long black hair fell down her straight back, dark asian eyes flashed at the shelving, a practically flat chest was caressed by a tight fitting dollar-store t-shirt emphasizing her youth, smooth shapely legs shuffled as she stood near the shelving. I watched discretely, not wanting to advertise my attraction to her. She looked closely at a box of something, picked it up, and began reading the label more closely.

Then I, too, read the label, albeit from my distance I could not make out the smaller writing. I could see, though, the distinctive word in cursive blocked letters that many men will recognize, "Trojan."

I thought it funny that such a little girl was so curious. Then I got a surprise: she put it in her basket and walked out of my direct sight. Instantly, I was jealous. Damn, I thought, I want to be the one she needed those for. I thought about her making love to some young fellow and my heart ached, wanting to be him. Damned old age!

My prescription filled out and given me, I went on further to find a refrigerated can of coke for my thirst and then to the check-out. There, not 10 feet away from me in the line stood the little Asian girl with her basket. I stared, contemplating following her to see if just maybe the gods in the universe might smile upon my wretched soul and she would need a ride somewhere. (It was raining outside.) My heart began skipping beats, responding to the adrenalin my mind insisted on clouding itself with.

I watched her pay for her things and watched some guy behind her move to follow her towards the door. He hadn't bought anything! He was...

I quickly checked her finger and saw the wedding band! In horror, I saw his hand corral her back and go through the door with her. They were married. I choked as I watched them through the store window, head to their car, him to the passenger side, her to do the driving. My guess, he was in his early thirties: moustache, broad shoulders, a towering six foot, perhaps.

Asian girls, it has been my experience, are mostly petite. She was the spitting image of a 12 year old little goddess yet she had to be in her twenties. Then I thought to the lucky guy married to her. Tall -- huge compared to little her -- and if my guess was right, attracted to little girls. What better way to stay legal?

Well, my wife is from China. The top of her head is level with the tip of my nose and she does good to push the scales up to 115 lbs. While she is not in her thirties, most people who meet her are surprised to find that she is, indeed, older than that. Does she "ring my pedophilic bells"? Hell yeah! And, MAN, what she does to me. As we grow closer to each other, as we discover each other, I am beginning to sense my slow departure from the need to be on this forum. (Yeah, well that might be a few years yet. But...)