that when she saw me looking at her, she leaned over to give me a glimpse of her just-budding breasts and continued smiling!
This was a smile that said: "What else do you need, a letter from the governor? Let's do it!"
She wanted it as much as I did.
For a girl of 8 or 9, she knew what she needed: someone who saw her as a lovely, delightful, attractive, human being instead of a "kid"

That's when her father flipped out!
"Don't you be looking at my property!" was written all over his face.

Made me wonder if he was tapping it himself.
Perhaps Daddy already cut the pie.