Date: Sat, 16 Aug 2003 00:55:24 EDT
From: Louisamay1111@aol.com
Subject: Loli, ch. 13

~~Short but sweet, I hope. More later. --xxL

Betsy Barone looked up briefly as the jewelry shopdoor tinkled, and saw a
mother and her daughter, presumably, saying goodbye to the father. She went
back to her inventory, thinking vaguely how nice it was that families came
here; it seemed somwehow to confirm tradition.

"Excuse me." The low voice had a warm, cultivated tone.

Mrs. Barone looked up with a ready smile. "Yes? How can I help you?"

The woman smiled back, a dazzlingly urbane smile, which she then bestowed
on her charming child. The girl smiled back, suitably demure. A lemon knit
shirt, pink stretch tennis shorts. And what a pretty girl! thought
Mrs. Barone -- like a little blond movie star.

"This may seem like something of an odd request," began the woman, as she
stroked the child's hair, "but I was wondering. . .WE, were wondering if
you could give us some assistance in a few. . .things."

Mrs. Barone continued to smile, and tilted her head slightly. "Of course I
could, I'd love to." She watched the girl wrap her thin arm around her
mother's waist.

Adorable child. "What would you like?"

"Well. . . first off. . ." and the woman looked down at some of the items
under glass, "we'd like a couple of rings, for the both of us."

"Certainly. And what sort of rings did you have in mind?"

"Well. . ," and mother and daughter exchanged the most loving look between
them; Mrs. Barone had never seen such wonderful chemistry. What a lucky
family!  "Well. . ." the woman continued, "I should explain. You see, my
daughter and I have had a pact between us, it may sound strange I know, but
when she was six years old, I promised her. . ." and she looked at the
half-smiling daughter for help.

"-- that she'd marry me," finished the girl. And looked triumphantly at
Mrs.  Barone.

Who clapped her hands together and cried, "Ohh, that is just the sweetest
thing I think I have ever heard! I LOVE it!" She clapped once again. "And
now you need your wedding bands!"

The two nodded, and held hands.

"Ohh, well, of COURSE I'll help, why on earth wouldn't I?" And she bent
down and brought out a tray of thin gold bands, and a smaller box of
smaller ones, all the while muttering things like, "Such a lovely thought,"
and the like.

Vanessa and her mother tried a few and settled on two very simple bands.

Mrs.  Barone noticed the girl's cheeks were quite flushed. The darling.

Now the mother took a piece of paper from her pocket. She glanced briefly
at the shop window, then handed the paper to the saleswoman, saying: "could
you do us one more, big favor?"

Mrs. Barone wwas enchanted. "Of course, honey. What?"

"Could you be our kind of Justice of the Peace? Read that, and. . .marry
us?"

"Ohh, if this isn't just the sweetest. . ." Mrs. Barone brought her glasses
up on their chain and put them on. "Now, then. . .ready?"

Mrs. Johnson took Vanessa's two hands in hers and looked in her eyes.

Vanessa smiled radiantly back. Her lip quivered. She nodded.

Her mother murmured, "Ready."

Mrs. Barone looked at the pair. Such love, she thought. So intense!
"Alright.

. .now then. . .'Do you, Mommy,' -- she chuckled (oh, that's so cute)-- 'Do
you, Mommy, take your daughter Vanessa, as your beloved Wife, to have and
to hold, for as long as you both shall live?'"

Mrs. Johnson said, "I do." Vanessa's eyes were brimming.

Betsy Barone read on: "And do you, Vanessa, take your Mommy as your loving
Husband (Mrs. Barone's brow rose slightly on that one), to have and to
hold, for as long as you both shall live?"

Vanessa swallowed, croaked out a barely audible "I do," and repeated it,
strongly: "I do!"

"Good for you, sweetie!" Mrs. Barone came around her counter to stand
before the mother and daughter looking so raptly into each other's
eyes. "Then by the power vested in me, I now declare you," and she made a
motion as a fairy godmother with her piece of paper, "to be Mommy and Wife!
Hallelujah!!" And she turned back to the counter to ring up the pair's
bill, chuckling. A thought occurred to her, and she turned back. "Ohh, and
I guess you can kiss-- ahh, yes, you're way ahead of me!"

For indeed, mother and daughter embraced, quite chastely, it seemed; but
there was a quality to their kiss that did seem. . .other. It was very
loving.

The two kissed softly, their lips making a quiet, wet click as they
parted. Eyes locked.

Vanessa, soft and low: "I'm your wife, Mommy. I'm really your Wife!"

Mrs. Johnson: "I love you, my dear, dear little wife. My little baby wife."

Vanessa: "Oh, Mommy!" *kiss* "I love you so much!! *kissss* Then a whisper,
fierce: "I want you inside me! I want to make love to you right now!!"

And she dove hungrily into her mother's lips, sucking, humming.

Her mother returned the kiss, devouring her horny daughter, her hands
slipping under the waistband of Vanessa's stretch shorts, grabbing,
kneading the undulating young bottom.

Mrs. Barone was understandably thunderstruck. She opened her mouth. "Oh
my,"

she breathed.

Just then the door tinkled, and the couple straightened instantly.

"Honey?"

came Dan's cheery voice.

Mrs. Johnson cleared her throat. "Almost done here, sweetie!" She looked at
Mrs. Barone and winked.

"Best place to save money, I imagine," said Dan as he dug into his wallet.

"Aaand, how much am I saving here?" he asked Mrs. Barone.

"Erm. . .$545."

Dan winced. "Yep, that's savin', alright." The transaction was completed,
and the family left.

Vanessa turned back. "Thank you," she smiled.

All Mrs. Barone could do was smile back. Weakly. And remember how the
woman's hand seemed to burrow into the pretty girl's delicious bottom. . .