Mary, Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
With cunted cock and fuck’s sweet rock
And cum juice in full flow.

Dawn was concerned. Homeschooled until high school, today in gym class she noticed that most of the other girls had hair down there. Dawn had but the faintest trace of down covering her pussy-mound. She frowned. In her mind, the only thing that could explain it was that she’d been born on February 29. As a leap baby, maybe she matured only a quarter as fast as everybody else.

A week later a new boy showed up in her homeroom, Jing. At the lunch table some of the boys asked Jing if he was going out for track. “I’m good at high jump,” he said. “Probably because I born leap day, February 29.” Dawn smiled at him, wondering how much hair he had, and after school, she invited him over to her house.

“What for?” Jing wanted to know.

“Birthday party,” Dawn improvised. “Since we’ve been shortchanged up to now, we deserve extra birthdays. And my mother will be at the garden show all afternoon, so we can party on cake and cookies unmolested.”