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Great chapter and a great way to explain what he was wearing when the parents came home!

I had to go back and count. The Leo Tells a Truth section was 16 chapters, spread out over two Octobers. And poor Leo didn't even get any
candy. He did get plenty of memories.

I can see Blossom and Meadow being in potential spinoff stories, along with Rhonda and Reggie. Sunshine never got her chance at making a
wish with the Genie. Will this come back to haunt Leo sometime soon after that fateful Halloween babysitting ordeal?

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Thanks for the recent comments, Jeepman.

My pleasure, TeenFan!

It really was an epic section of Leo telling a truth, what an absolutely crazy night he had back then

Really enjoy having this story spring back to life every halloween, are we getting more or will we have to wait until next year to find out what happens next?

You've loads of great stories going on at the minute so I'm happy to get updates for any of them.

The Marble Statue
Part 39. Lacie Loses Here Mind, part One.

"It's your turn silly boy," Lacie informs her brother. "You've only done one turn, but that dare for Marsha to play baseball with no clothes on
was hilarious. I really loved it. Well...who are you going to pick on dear bro?"

"I'm gonna...um, I guess I'll pick on you, Lacie. I'm going to give you a dare. Now listen up. This is what I want you to do..."

* * * * *

Across from the sports park, on the other side of a road is a business complex. It has a number of somewhat secretive tech companies in the
complex surrounded by a wall. A gate guard, nestled into a small cubicle shaped building, controls the entrance into the complex. Anyone pulling
up to the gate first has to show proper work badge credentials to be allowed in. The ones who run the business complex don't spend much money
on the security, usually hiring some college student or some kid right out of high school. The job is minimum wage so no serious adult worker
would be interested.

It's going on 11 pm at night, and the gate guard is one hour into his shift. A young guy, probably no older than nineteen, stands at the open
doorway as he huffs on an E-cigarette, puffs of vapor blowing out like he's the magic dragon. The guard is slender, the tan security uniform
looking new and spiffy. No car has pulled up in the last fifteen minutes and the guard looks to be bored to death and he's got a long wait until
the 5 am shift change.

The guard finishes his smoke. He goes back into the guard shack. This small square building has large windows on three sides, the side facing
the gate, then a set of widows with views toward the main street up front and the first row of business buildings toward the back. One wall
keeps the guard completely blind. The chair he sits in faces toward the gate, the open door toward where cars will pull up. Most of the time
the guard will sit in his chair and look through the window to see the presentations of work passes. Only when non-employees need to
come inside does the guard have to exit the shack to write down everyone's name on a log in book.

In the chair the guard picks up a book and he's busy reading, paying no attention to what is going on outside the guard shack. He can hear cars
pulling up, so that is when he'll have to look up from whatever he's reading. Not falling asleep is probably the hardest part of the job.

It wasn't a sound that makes the guard look up and out the window to the gate. A motion caught his eye.

* * * * *

Marsha and Leopold hide in the shadows at the back end of the gate guard shack. She and her two cousins quietly snuck up to that area and
Lacie then got partly undressed. Lacie took off her shirt and bra, and these two clothing items are firmly secured in Marsha's hand. Stepping
away from the shack, Lacie moves far enough away that she can make a new approach to the shack while bathed in the light coming from two
lamp fixtures on either side of the main gate.

The hardest thing for Marsha and Leo not to do is laugh as Lacie staggers toward the guard shack. Lacy moves like a drunken person, or maybe
like a zombie would move since the girl has no experience with being drunk. Her body sways as she walks, feet shuffling, head bobbing.
As she gets closer Lacie lets out loud moaning sounds. Marsha giggles and has to slam her hand over her mouth.

When Lacie is fifteen feet from the gate the guard looks up from his book. For at least five seconds the guy is totally frozen, shocked at seeing
a young lady wearing shorts but nothing up top staggering toward the metal entrance gate. The guard jumps out of his chair, and running out
of the shack he scrambles to intercept Lacie.

"Do you need help miss?" the guard shouts as he gets close to the half naked girl.

Lacie turns toward the guard and she stops moving. She then uses her right hand to rub her crotch.

"Touch me. Please touch me. I need it now." Lacie continues to rub her hand down there.

The guard has no idea what to do. He stands there like an idiot, watching a girl rub herself, then his mouth drops open when Lacie massages
her breasts, shouting out "I'm so hot. I need a man right away."

Lacie takes a step closer to the guard. "At last I found a man. Will you fuck me? I need to be fucked."

The Marble Statue
Part 40. Lacie Loses Her Mind. part Two


Marsha was amazed at well her cousin played her part. Even though Lacie had only recently turned fifteen, she seemed so experienced and
capable of handling multiple types of situations. Being dared to strip off her shirt and bra, then pretend to be some wacked out of her mind
crazy person could not have been the easiest thing to accomplish...but accomplish it she did.

Not covering her exposed tits at all, tits that had developed significantly over the last year with impressive nipples that stick out a long way
topping the creamy skin of her mounds, that girl let them swing freely as she swayed her body back and forth. Marsha always wanted to see
partially unclothed zombies on "The Walking Dead" tv show, showing more rotting skin than the show already did. Marsha would have danced
with delight if she got to see male zombies that had their cocks swinging about as they chased down human prey. She would have been thrilled
to see women zombies baring boobs as they shuffled around in groups searching for food. All Lacie needed was some pasty white makeup and
scars on her body to make the resemblance of being a zombie complete.

Looking totally drugged out, looking lost and focused at the same time, Lacie turns her attention to the young male security guard in front of
her. That guy is totally in over his head. He should have gotten on the phone to call for police assistance, but he went over to the distressed
girl without contacting anyone. The guard is offering to help, but Lacie is asking for help of a different kind. She wants the teenage gate
guard to fuck her. Marsha had to supress a laugh when she heard her cousin saying that.

"I need your help. I'm so hot I'm burning up. My body aches for somebody to touch me." Lacie keeps coming up with more ways to express
her needs.

When Lacie gets close enough to the guard she drops downward, grabbing the guard by the belt of his uniform slacks.

"You have what I need," Lacie shouts out, then she tugs on the belt and gets both the buckle unfastened and the snap of the pants as well.
The guard tries to back up, but Lacy has one hand on his underwear waistband and uses the other hand to pull the pants all the way down to
the ankles. If the guard had a cellphone in his pocket its now out of the reach of his hands. The guard uses his hands to grab hold of Lacie's
wrists. This is the point where the guard might take stronger action and take control of things. Marsha uses this moment to jump into the
fray.

Marsha steps out of the shadows into the light in front of the guard shack and entrance gate.

"I'm so glad I found her. I thought I'd never find her in time."

The guard guy looks up and he seems somewhat relieved to see a second person arriving, while at the same time looking bewildered and
embarrassed at being found with his pants down at his ankles.

"This girl just came out of nowhere. She's crazy. She had no shirt on. I didn't take it off if that's what you are thinking."

"It's my friend Lulu. She has a condition. Nymphostasis. She has to have sexual contact or she'll go into orgasmalectic shock. If you let her
squeeze your penis it will help her to calm down. Yeah I know it sounds crazy. Just do it."

The Marble Statue
Part 41. Lacie Loses Her Mind. Part Three


Not surprisingly, the gate guard was not exactly willing to immediately drop his boxers and let Lacie touch his dick. Lacie has a hold on the
front waistband of the boxers, but had so far been unable to yank them down. Marsh continued her pseudo-science mumbo jumbo.

"Have you ever heard of a stress ball, those round things people can squeeze on when they get upset about something. For Lulu the thing that
works best is something only a boy has. She's way overdue for her cock therapy. Normally her cousin volunteers to be handled by her, but he
didn't show up today. Lulu freaked out and climbed out her window and ran off. See that...she's starting to go into the tremors and shakes.
She's running out of time!"

Assisted in knowing what to do next by Marsha's suggestions, Lacie shakes her body. Then falling backward she slumps down to the pavement.
Moaning loudly she trembles like she's going into a sieizure. Lacie's breasts jiggled enticingly like two large bowls of peach jello. Marsha leans
over the body of her cousin, and she grabs both breasts, fondling them.

The young gate guard stands there dumbfounded. The sight of a half naked fifteen year old girl lying prone on the street is enough to make
him stare. The sight of another girl the same age massaging the prone girl's bare breasts was enough to make him stay and watch without thinking
of calling for assistance. Lacie groans louder, rubbing her groin with her right hand. Lacie writhes like a wounded animal.

"Okay, okay...I'l do it. Tell me what to do."

Finally, the guard is getting with the program. Marsha tells him to kick off the pants from around his ankles.

"What's your name by the way? I want to thank you later for helping us." Marsha looks up at the slender, handsome young guy in the brown
uniform shirt and no pants on.

"Uh, I'm Donavan. Call me Don," the guard says, and he actually reaches out his hand like he's greeting guests to the worksite.

"We haven't much time, Donavan. Take those boxers off. She's burning up, getting a fever."

There's been a time or two...or three...when Marsha got a young guy to take some or all of his clothes off. For the first time she got someone
several years older than her to expose themselves by request. She asked that Donavan take his underwear off and he did it. Don slips his
blue and white checker boxers down his slender but surprisingly muscular legs. It was at that moment that Marsha saw those legs with a full
measure of attention. Those legs were fantastic. No hint of hair on them. The calves are curved mounds of firmness and higher up the thighs
were showing distinct signs this young guy is super fit. Then the first glance at Donavan's dick shows his entire pubic area is just as smooth
as his legs.

"Kneel down to where she can grab you. Yes, that's it. Now pick up her hand. Bring it to your penis. Lulu will know what to do with it."

Donavan did everything as instructed, and as soon as Lacie's hand touches the guard's penis the hand wraps around firmly. Immediately the hand
squeezed and tugs on Donavan's limp dick, which besides being completely devoid of hair, is long and slender like a snake. The snake like penis
is accompanied by a pair of very dangly testicles. It doesn't take long for those balls to tighten up, right as his slender cock fills out impressively.

Lacie makes happy moaning sounds. The moans and groans she made earlier were like she was in pain. Now Marsha's very brave cousin
moans and coos with pleasure as she grips the guard's penis. Marsha had gone back to massaging her cousin's breasts. In such a situation
Marsha is not about to pass up any opportunities. The first time her hands wrapped around Lacie's tits, her cousin had glanced over with a
somewhat surprised look on her face. Lacie could have ended the whole thing right there, but she stayed in character and appears to writhe
around slowly while enjoying all the sensations.

"Yes. It's starting to work. The seizure has been avoided; I think. But tell me, Donavan...why are you so smooth on the crotch. Do you
shave?"

It's a bold question. One doesn't usually ask strangers about their grooming habits, especially for any of the places below the neck.

"Okay. I guess I'll tell you. I'm a dancer at a nightclub. I help with the entertainment on the weekends. It's my other job. This lousy gate
guard shit sure doesn't pay for much."

Marsha watches as the stroking by Lacie has gotten Donavan completely erect. It's not a thick dick, but the length is similar to a dick she saw
a few times before. The goth guy she used to make the Golem was a tall teen with a schlong eight inches long. Donavan's doesn't look to be as
long as that, but he sure seems to be seven inches or more.

"Wow. You entertain at a club. A dancer. What club is this. I might want to check it out," Marsha says, as she begins to wonder if the upper
body of this guy is as impressive as his lower areas. She wants to see Donavan with that silly tan guard uniform off.

"I doubt you've been there. I dance on Friday and Saturday nights at The Flamingo Lounge."

"You're kidding me, right? The Flamingo Lounge is this town's gay club. Are you old enough to dance there?"

Lacie's hands momentarily paused when the words "gay club" are mentioned. But the stroking resumes after that brief hesitation. It must be
a shock to find out that one is stroking a gay guy's cock and making him hard, and that guy has gotten very hard. His long circumcised penis
has a most impressive head on it. It looks like a battering ram.

Donavan laughs quietly. "I guess you've seen this much of me. Might as well be told everything. I have a fake ID. I have a driver's license that
says I'm twenty-one. I'm actually nineteen. Being so young looking helped get me the position. I'm called Delectable Donny at the nightclub."

"I can see why you'd be so popular. Oh...look. Somebody else is coming."

Leopold has stayed in the shadows long enough. Apparently he wants to get in on this. Maybe he doesn't want to lose a chance to see his
sister's breasts up close while bathed in such a strong light that shines down from the top of the metal gate and the little spotlights spaced
around the roof of the guard shack.

"How is my dear cousin doing?" Leo asks as he runs up to the group. He kneels down and pulls Marsha's hands away from his sister's chest. Then
he places his head down on the chest of his sister, listens to the heartbeat. The guard, Donavan, can only look on in disbelief as another
person has joined this very strange party. Having another person show up must remind him of how weird this all must be, kneeling down while
getting his dick stroked by a young teenager.

"This is your cousin?" Donavan asks. "I would not have done this if it wasn't medically necessary. You are the one who she dick squeezes to
prevent her um, uh condition?"

Lacie paused her stroking. She is staring up at Donavan, then looking over at her brother. Lacie is doing a great job of acting like she's coming
out of a trance.

"Where am I? How did I get here?" And then Lacie looks closer at the dick still in her grip. "Where did this big dick come from?"