Jelly Bean..

For Mrs. B. she always was, sweet little Jelly Bean...
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Sweet, humble little Jelly Bean was as wonderful a girl as anyone would want for a daughter... She was ever so sweet and ever so light on her feet... She would run to get biscuits for her lovely Mrs. B. whenever the maid forgot to put them in the tea tray... She would always do her lessons on time and even help out some of the weak children... She would get up exactly at cock crow and go to bed immediately after the evening town bells... She was by far the perfect "daughter"... But the problem was, she wasn't Mrs. B.'s daughter... She was her neice, I think... I'm not quite sure... I don't set much by family...


Sweet little Jelly Bean...
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A nickname (you might've guessed), for the lovliest little girl in the neighbourhood... Yes, she was well known throughout her neighbourhood... They would ask her to help out with a few favours here and there... She couldn't always help (they never felt bad, she was the sweetest little thing); but she would refuse so, so politely... Not even, the other girls in the town were jealous of her (they did have their reasons)...
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Sweet little Jelly Bean was orphan... Her parents died fighting each other when Jelly Bean was six (6)... Their marriage, was a fiery one... Jelly Bean was visiting at her aunt, I think, Mrs. B., when they died... And she was really close to her... So the rest of the family decided it best, that she continued staying with her... Not that they didn't enjoy Jelly Bean's company, they just didn't want to be the one to tell the sweet little girl the bad news...
Mrs. B. never forgot that almost horrible moment in her life...: When she explained Jelly Bean that her parents were no more... Jelly Bean was suckling on an orange lollipop, pigtails in her hair, bright chequered frock on her tiny little frame (everything the sweetest girl should be)... She just looked back at Mrs. B. with expressionless eyes and said, "Can I stay with you Mrs. B...??" (she did have her reasons)...
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To Mrs. B. she always was, sweet little Jelly Bean...
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So she had no idea what she was going to walk into, when one fine afternoon, after a healthy nap, she opened Jelly Bean's door to check in with her...
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First she saw skin, a lot of skin, and then the picture formed properly in her head... Sweet little Jelly Bean was sprawled across her bottle green puffy bed... and a young boy of around her age towered over her... He was gripping Jelly Bean's sides with all his might, his face screwed up, and Jelly Bean clutched on to his shoulders tightly, for all that was dear, and was moaning loudly, "FUCK ME..!! FUCK ME HARDER..!! OH GOD YES...!! FUCK ME..!!!"