Fledgling

by Octavia E. Butler

There he sat down and drew me close so that he could open one of my filthy shirts, then the other. Having reached skin, he stroked my chest. “No breasts,” he said. “Pity.

I hope she kills this dude

“No,” I said, and he stopped and stood looking at me, waiting. “Let me see you.” I pulled at his shirt and unbuttoned one of the buttons. “You’ve seen me.” He nodded, finished unbuttoning his shirt, and pulled his undershirt over his head.

Im so Uncomfortable

“I’m usually pretty good at estimating the size of things I’ve seen and handled.”

He thought she was fucking 12

She kissed me. After a moment of surprise, I kissed her back. I held her, and she seemed very comfortable in my arms.

I really need to know how old she is this shit gives me the ick

‘What a lovely, elfin little girl.

🤮

Right now, she’s fifty-three.”

Thank fuck

She figured you were about ten.” I shook my head. I’d said almost nothing to the woman. I had no idea how to act like a ten-year-old human child.

and this gross ass man is fuckin her like 🤮