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night gown slipped down a little, showing her thighs. Nothing child-like about those thighs. Spot felt himself harden and took off his pants, not caring where he tossed them in the room. He placed himself back on to Sophia and started to caress her breasts as he kissed her. Sophia on the other hand felt Spot's manhood through his underwear being pressed against her womanhood. Spot trailed little sweet kissed down her neck and then to her shoulder. He then slipped his hands underneath her night gown and took it off. He then continued down to her breasts and took his sweet time on those and then left more kissing trails down her soft, pink little belly until he got to her hip and he bit one side playfully, making her moan louder than she had the last two times, leaving Goosebumps all up and down her body. Sophia felt herself get warm. Spot then placed his hands on her side and slowly slipped her underwear off and tossed that aside too. Spot felt himself get even harder. There, with her legs fully spread apart was Sophia, a girl who was much too embarrassed to let anyone see her naked was now fully comfortable around the Brooklyn leader, Spot Conlon. Her cheeks were a rosy red. Her nipples were pink and her belly was somewhat sweaty. He then looked down between her thighs and knew then that she yearned for more of him. Spot slipped off his underwear and dropped them next to the bed and his face down in front of her womanhood and started to kiss there. He left her gasp for air then left her fingers run though his hair. When he was done kissing her there he slipped one finger inside of her. He moved his finger back and forth slowly, letting her get used to the feeling. He then inserted another finger and began moving his fingers back and forth again only faster this time. He felt her tighten and then, within a few seconds he felt her fluids explode. When he released his fingers he saw her fluids come out and on to the bed sheet. Spot looked down at Sophia and said to her, "You'se ok about this, Sophia?" she nodded, letting spot know that she was fully ready. Spot positioned himself, letting her know that she still had time to say no, but she said nothing and he interred her. Sophia let out a light scream and Spot fell on top of her, letting a loud moan. Sophia felt Spot's warm breath against her ear as he placed his arms under her and held her closer to him. As he began to thrust in and out he whispered into her ear, "I love you." he then felt Sophia's nails dig into his back as he began to move faster. The two rocked together for a while till Spot and Sophia could feel themselves reaching their climax. Spot held himself up with his hands, hovering above her. The two kept their eyes closed; only listening to the sounds that each other made. When Spot reached his limit he felt Sophia tighten around him. The two cam together and Spot found himself collapsing on to Sophia again. Both breathing hard. Spot then released himself and lay next to her on the bed, pulling the covers up to them warm. Sophia turned over and Spot put arms around her and the two fell fast to sleep.
Chapter Thirteen: Hide and Seek.


Sophia's uncle sat in a chair at a

desk, across from . He had his hands folded and his elbows resting on

the desk. He listened to the sound of flipping through all his paper

work. He was deep in thought about his niece and nephew. He knew for a fact

that they were here in New York. He had heard work from gossip around the town,

heard that the two kids bought a train ticket and left as soon as possible. His

thoughts wondered for a while as to why they had left. They had a place to stay

with a good roof over their head, hot meals to eat and a safe place to sleep.

Sophia's uncle was hard headed though. It would take more than just a hammer to

crack that skull of his open to finally realize why they had left. He was a

powerful man though and would stop at nothing to find them.

He looked to , who was

still looking at his paper work after gazing off for a few moments.

"Those damn kids

know something. I can feel it." he told .

set his

papers down and looked over at his new friend. He smiled. "Why of course

they do. No newsie EVER tells the truth. Believe me, I know."

"Oh?"

Sophia's uncle was now interested. "Tell me how you know."

sighed and scratched the back of his head. ", I know of a

young man named Jack Kelly, well that's not his real name. His real name is

Francis Sullivan, but that is besides the point. The point is: this boy cannot

be trusted, just like any other newsie. He's a quick thinker and will slip

right under your nose if you let him. But if your niece and nephew have met

this boy, then they ARE hiding something from you."

nodded his head. "Where could I find this boy?" he asked.

"This boy lives

here in Manhattan at a lodging house."

gave him a

little smirk. "Let's go to this lodging house and speak to this Fancis

Sullivan.

Cowboy sat in his bunk bed, counting

his coins. Race played his harmonica, Blink played a game of cards with mush,

Boots snapped his fingers as he laid in his bottom bunk and the rest of the

newsie boys still slept while they could before getting up. The old man who ran

the place came walking into the room, telling the boys to get up, saying that

they had jobs to get done today and that there was no more time to be sleeping.

Cowboy climbed off of his bunk bed

and tucked in his shirt, Since he had no suspenders to put on, he headed right

to the washroom where he brushed his teeth, washed his face and combed his

hair. He was one of the first newsie boys to get done and ready to head out. As

he was about to open the front door to the lodging house, it swung open before

he could get to it. Jack stopped, making a few other boys knock into him.

came walking through the door with

a man who stood taller than he behind him. The two exchanged looks and then

looked over to the old man who made his way to the front desk.

"May I help

you?" the old man asked.

smiled his

creepy smile that he always did and finally said, "Yes. It seems there is

a young newsie girl who is missing and her brother. My friend, , is

their uncle."

Jack remembered then that Sophia's uncle was looking for her. This guy

must have been him that was with . He kept his eyes on him while he

listened to the conversation was having with the old man who ran the

lodging house.

The old man replied.

"No newsie girl has made her way here. And we haven't had any new boys

come in either for a while. That I can assure you."

slightly

nodded his head a few times. "I see. Well, if you do happen to see

them," he held his arm up and placed a picture of Sophia and Tommy

in-between 's middle and index finger and then he brought it close

enough for the man to see."They're names are Sophia and Tommy. If you do

see them, tell them that their uncle is VERY worried." he handed the

picture back to without looking away from the old man. He then turned

his gaze to the newsie boys. "Good luck to you boys." He tipped his

hat and was gone.

After jack had sold all his papes he

made his way to the pig market to buy a small thing of bread for some late

lunch and then quickly started his way to the Brooklyn Bridge to speak with

Spot about Sophia's uncle.

"Yo Cowboy! Where ya goin'?"

Jack looked back and saw his good friend, Race. "Hey, Race!" he gave

his friend a pat in the back. Race did the same.

"Why you'se

headin' ta Brooklyn?" he asked, pulling out a cigar and lighting it

quickly with his small crumpled up box of matches. he took one puff after that

and breathed it out. The smoke blew in the direction the wind was going.

Jack stuffed his hands in pocket, trying to warm them up from the chilly air.

"I'se gotta go see, Spot."

Race took another drag. "What for?"

"Needs ta talk

ta him 'bout what he told us 'bout Sophia's uncle."

Race nodded his head

twice. "I'se thought so."

"You'se did?" Jack asked.

Race nodded once this

time. "Yeah. I'se saw dat ol' gezzeh dis mornin'. Mind if I'se tag 'long

with ya?"

Jack laughed.

"But you'se hate Brooklyn!"

Race took one last

grad before putting his cigar out and places it back in a tin case and stuffing

it carefully in his front pocket. "I'se wanna know what's goin' on with

our old friend, Smalls."

The newsie boys made their way over

the Brooklyn Bridge as fast as they could. The wind blowing was colder on the

bridge. Race put his arms around himself to warm up a bit, but it did not do much good.

"You'se think dat, Spot is back at the lodging house?" Asked Race.

Jack shook his head. "Nah.""Well he more than certainly be done sellin' those papes of his, no doubt.""Yeah. I knows." started Jack, "but I'se doubt he be back at the lodging house. He probably be at some bar, here in Brooklyn, hittin' on fancy goils."

Spot got a complex look on his face. "Aint he with, Smalls though? Those two seem pretty close with each othah."

Jack nodded. "Yeah. But I'se don' wanna confuse myself with their probs." Race nodded, too.

Just then a voice yelled out to the two newise boys. It was Spot coming to greet them. He had on a light jacket and a small piece of taffy in-between his thumb and pointer finger. He gave them a big grin.

"What brings ya boys ovah here?" he asked.

Cowboy stepped forward and

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