Thomas the Troublemaker and the Ten-Pound Titties

Once there was a boy, whose mummy loved him very much.  Everyone cooed over him and he happily gabbled back.

He got bigger, as babies do, and started exploring his world, peeking into and under anything and everything he could reach.  Unfortunately, as time went on, this curiosity seem to focus on making mischief for little girls in their pretty dresses.  Mummy dear laughed it off as "Boys will be boys", in large part because he seemed to know when she was watching and became a near-perfect little angel 
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In the late nineteenth century, he would have been the little boy who could not resist dunking the pigtails of the girl in front of him into the inkwell, or releasing a frog down her neck at the worst possible moment.

<fifteen, ran his own little gang>

And so it went until that summer, when Shareen moved in next door with her daughter.  Or was it a son?  Nobody could quite tell, and mother and child never quite said.  And nobody could quite work up the nerve to ask, once they were face to face with those strange eyes.

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One day, Thomas and his minions were <>ing in his back yard, sneaking a few puffs of some choice weed (blinders notwithstanding, Thomas' dear mummy would have exploded if she caught him at this), watching Shareen hang laundry.  They had tried teasing her, once, about hanging her intimates out where anyone could see them.  Somehow, it didn't phaze her, and she just smiled a peculiar smile, finished her task, and went inside.

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Sam was the first to <be goaded> make a move, on a particularly soggy Tuesday.

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"how far do you think theyll go before the realize?"

"That one, *she*'ll just about spread her legs before she notices, the self-centered cow.  Sammie,