By Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410
There was a rumor going around town that a bad man lived in the house next to mine. A man who would do really bad things to really sweet girls. The police knew he liked curvy snacks that were much too young for a bad man like him to be tasting. However, they could never find any proof.
They needed some teen jailbait and knew just who to ask.
Teen Jailbait
When the police sat down with my Daddy and me, they started to tell me some of the naughty things this lousy man was doing. I think they wanted to scare me, to make me think by helping them catch him, I would be like a hero. What they said had the opposite effect on me, though.
It wasn’t scaring me as they hoped; instead, it was turning me on. I crossed my little legs and nodded my little head. I wouldn’t let them know I wanted to accept their mission for the wrong reasons. I’d go in as jailbait but come out without a secret to tell.
I’d let that bad man do all his naughty things to me and then come home with a smile. Telling the police they got their facts all wrong. This jailbait wasn’t going to be no snitch.
Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410