68 Fruit Picking

"Pick your fruits young and small, Alan… and it will taste the sweetest…"

As the doctor choked me, his enchanting words made me look upon the fruit I was on top of.

Chubby round cheeks like a summer delicacy, the little girl's facial fat appeared soft and warm, and it added tenderness to her youthful charm. She had short black hair and a button nose and her eyes were wide and scared. Her black eyebrows were fine and sparse, and her lips were in the shape of a cupid's bow.

Over her nose were a pair of spectacles, in which I could see the reflection of my appearance, the way I looked back in the orphanage..

And I was lying on her in a way that transmitted my weight directly to her through our connected thighs.

"Ack-.." My neck felt nonexistent due to the doctor's burly hands.

But my body automatically spread out her thin legs further and I pushed towards her with my lower half.