 After supper the next evening, he waited until sexmachine his sexmachine parents were planted sexmachine in front of the sexmachine tube sexmachine and then sneaked out of the house. He looked cum up at Angie's window cum sexmachine--yes, it sexmachine was open--then sexmachine climbed sexmachine up the big tree by sexmachine the fence in his family's yard. It had sexmachine a thick branch that projected into cum sexmachine Angie sexmachine's yard, extending quite near her sexmachine window. Carl worked sexmachine along that branch carefully, then swung over and sexmachine climbed into Angie sexmachine's bedroom.
 Angie sexmachine hadn't sexmachine seen him. She was off sexmachine to sexmachine one side, singing sexmachine softly sexmachine to herself sexmachine as sexmachine she teased her hair in front of a sexmachine mirror on sexmachine top sexmachine of a dresser. The sexmachine noise he made climbing in caught her cum sexmachine attention, though cum sexmachine, and she spun toward him with a little gasp.
 "What sexmachine are you doing in cum sexmachine Angie's room?" she crooned. "Angie didn't invite you."
 "Shiny, sparkly, back and forth," Angie cooed. "It's a magic sexmachine stone cum sexmachine, Angie's magic stone."
 "Now as you watch Angie's magic stone," Angie sexmachine went cum sexmachine on, "feel yourself sexmachine being drawn to it, yes, feel yourself rising, shrinking, being pulled toward the stone, yes sexmachine, rising, shrinking, being sexmachine pulled toward the stone."
 "Now Carl," Angie asked playfully, "what did you sexmachine come to Angie's room to do?"
 Angie laughed sexmachine softly and clapped her hands. "Oh, goody. That's just what sexmachine Angie wants too."
 Mr sexmachine. Cordero cum sexmachine froze. Angie sexmachine smiled; her daddy's sexmachine trigger phrase had worked like magic, just as it always did sexmachine.
 "Nothing sexmachine bad is . . . happening here. . . ."
 "When you hear the bell, it cum means Angie wants you to come sexmachine play sexmachine butler. You sexmachine will come to Angie's room and play butler for Angie and her friend when you hear sexmachine the bell."
 "Yes, ma'am sexmachine." Completely immersed in his butler role, Mr. Cordero turned and sexmachine marched stiffly away. A little while later he returned with sexmachine a wheeled tray sexmachine holding several big sandwiches and cum sexmachine a couple of cans sexmachine of sexmachine Coke. Angie had him park it next sexmachine to sexmachine her bed, then sent him away with the instructions cum sexmachine, "You're tired, Daddy. Put the butler sexmachine suit away and go to bed sexmachine. Go sexmachine to sleep until morning sexmachine and forget all sexmachine about playing the butler sexmachine game. Angie will see her daddy cum sexmachine in the morning."
 "Good sexmachine boy, Carl," Angie praised him. She pulled the pendant sexmachine out and held it before Carl's face; his eyes widened and locked on sexmachine immediately. "The memory of what happened here will stay here sexmachine with Angie's magic stone, the magic stone which holds your soul safe for Angie. Do you understand?"
 Satisfied sexmachine, Angie said, "Very good, Carl. Get dressed now."
 "It's sexmachine time to sexmachine go sexmachine home, Carl," she told him. "Daddy's taken sexmachine care of, so Angie cum sexmachine will sexmachine take sexmachine you out the front door." She giggled sexmachine. "Angie wouldn't want you to fall, climbing back out the window."
 She pursed her lips thoughtfully. She'd spent a long time here at home sexmachine since Daddy took her out of school. She'd been happy to do sexmachine it, because the other kids had been mean to her before. But maybe sexmachine it was time to go out and meet people cum again. Maybe she could get Carl to cum take her places. And sexmachine if anyone was mean to her now, she bet she could find ways to get even.
 She'd have to talk it over with Daddy, of course. But somehow, she didn't sexmachine think he sexmachine'd say no to her sexmachine.
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