JULIAN

Rosie’s beauty was truly divine. A little angel on my sofa, dwarfed by one of my shirts.

She was a blend I hadn’t known before. A tantalizing mixture of sexual naivety and a strange sense of wisdom. The tiny goddess was young in body, but not in mind.

She most certainly wasn’t the type of girl who’d usually be spreading her legs for me. My conquests had always been flirtatious to the extreme, displaying their curves, pouts, and giggles. They were used to being the center of attention, comfortable, and spoiled – like my daughter was – showered in compliments and gifts from the moment they were born. Grace...