The Bands Baby Girl

"The Bands Baby Girl"

[Exert from Story]

"Come sit down, angel face. Talk to me." Chris patted the seat beside him, and I couldn't help the butterflies filling my tummy at his confidence. I walked over and slipped onto the seat beside him as Ronnie and Andy took seats around the bus.

"What do you wanna talk about, Mr.?" I asked playfully, batting my lashes and earning a cute response from the man beside me.

"Talk to me about you. Who is Luna Nightingale?"

I giggled and bit my lower lip. "I'm your everyday little trying to manipulate the crowds into feeling as happy and fierce as they make me feel."

"A "little". What do you mean?" Chris slapped his forehead and gawked at me. "Wait! You mean you're an actual LITTLE?! AS in frilly dresses and bows, cute socks, stuffies, and...... Daddies?" My face turned bright red as he sussed it with one go. and I giggled.

"It's not all rainbows and frilly socks, Mr. It's knowing the fake creepy men that don't understand what a Daddy means. It's making sure I don't open myself to someone who only wants to take advantage of me or use me for sex."

[end of exert]