Hi everyone. It’s me, Megan. 14 years old? Brunette pony tail? Pretty, blue-eyed girl next door? Horny but naive? Likes old guys? Yeah, that’s me.

At 14, I’m getting a little old to be a Girl Scout but I thought you might like to hear about an experience I had a while back where I made a lot of money selling Girl Scout cookies. Well, maybe not so many cookies but definitely a lot of money.

I knew a lot of stuff but I was also pretty naive sometimes. I’d always been adventurous and not afraid to try new things and I’ve also been very confident, which bothers the boys at school but I don’t care. Oh and I got my period a few months ago and I like touching myself a lot at night, like, you know, in between my legs. I think about stuff when I do it and I like the way it makes me feel.

It was our troop’s annual cookie drive and being competitive by nature (after all, I was the starting short stop on the school softball team) I was determined to sell the most cookies. I knew that a lot of the girls set up tables in front of the local supermarket but I had another idea. I would load up my red wagon with as many boxes as I could fit and walk around to an area with a lot of houses packed close together and offer free samples and sell cookies right there on the spot. Also, I didn’t want my mother tagging along, like the scardy cat girls, so I didn’t even tell her what I was doing. I wanted to do it on my own. Yup. Megan’s door-to-door cookie service.

Mr. George

I knew I had to dress the part and I wore my uniform proudly. I had on my brown skirt (I knew it was a little short but I kinda grew a lot that year), a white button blouse, a brown vest and my sash with my award patches on it. I knew I’d be walking around, so I wore my high top black Canvas sneakers and black socks. I had my cookies loaded, had my order pad and pen and off I went to the trailer park, not too far from our house, where there were a lot of trailers packed real close together.

When I got to the trailer park, my wagon trailing behind me and my head held high, I marched in. There were a bunch of shrubs by the entrance, soo ... how was I supposed to know that behind the shrubs was an old wooden sign with faded letters that read, “Caution: Pervert Park--Sex Offenders”. Thinking back on it, I’m not sure I knew what that meant anyway, so I charged forward. My plan was to go to every trailer and offer free samples, sell cookies on the spot and take orders for more. Cash up front.

I learned sales from my dad, who coached me when I was selling lemonade from our driveway, so I was ready. I walked up to the first trailer with lots of confidence. It looked really run down, with paint peeling everywhere and no flowers. ‘How sad’, I thought.

There was no bell, so I knocked on the screen door, except the screens were badly torn. ‘What a mess’, I thought to myself. An old, mostly bald, fat man who needed a shave real bad and who was wearing dirty boxer shorts and an equally dirty wife-beater undershirt (ew) came to the door. He smelled kinda bad and honestly? He was, like, totally gross.

“Who the fuck are YOU and what do you want?”

“Geez, mister. No need to curse. I’m Megan. I’m a Girl Scout and I’m here to sell you some cookies.”

“Go away. I don’t need no fucking cookies and I don’t need no headaches. Christ, you’re young. Cute, too. Shit.”

This guy is tough, I thought to myself. But I’m tough, too. You should see me taking out the fielder when I’m sliding into second, breaking up a double play.

“I’m offering free samples, mister.”

I reached into the pocket of my skirt, pulled out a peanut butter and a caramel cookie, which everyone loves, and extended my hand.

“They’re free, mister. Come on, take one. Hey, take both.”

He opened the door and it squeaked something awful. He looked around, up and down the street.

“Where’s your mother, kid? Isn’t your mother supposed to be walking around with you so you don’t get into, ya know, trouble? He, he. And what are you doing here, anyway?”

“It’s just me, mister. I don’t need my mother trailing along.”

“Really? Hmm, interesting.”

Why is he licking his lips? My father does that when he’s going to eat Ben & Jerry’s ice cream.

“OK, gimme the peanut butter.”

He took the cookie and I swear, he seemed to swallow it whole.

“OK, kid, that’s pretty good. How much is a box a peanut butter?”

“Five dollars and that’ll be cash, please.”

“OK, gimme a box of them.”

I turned around to my wagon, which was behind me. I bent over, moved a couple a boxes out of the way and found the peanut butter. But when I turned around...

“Mister! Your thing is sticking out of your shorts and you’re pulling on it!”

“Well, yeah, little Ms Girl Scout. When you bent over I got a nice view of your thighs and your white cotton panties from behind and I could see the crack of your ass through them and it gave me a hard-on. And when a man sees a little girl’s panties he gets a hard-on. And by the way ... it’s called a cock. Not a thing. A cock. I have my hard cock in my hand while I’m looking at you. And yeah, I’m pulling on it. Uh, uh.”

I tried not to stare at it but I couldn’t help myself. This man was pulling on his naked penis right in front of me. It was so big. How does it get inside a woman’s tiny vagina?

“You know, mister, I don’t think you should be pulling on your thing, er ... your cock, while I’m standing in front of you. I’m pretty young, ya know. But lemme ask you: Looking at my panties did that to you?”, as I pointed to his thing.

“I tell ya what, kid”, he said, as he looked up and down the street, as if to see if anyone was there. “I’ll get some cash and I’ll be right back and maybe I’ll buy more than one boxa cookies.”

“Sure, mister. Go ahead. I’ll be right here. But you’re going to put your thing away, right?”

He didn’t answer, as he turned and walked back into his trailer. I wondered how many boxes I was going to sell him. But gee wiz ... I’ve never seen a grown man’s hard thing, ok, his hard cock before. (I wonder if my father an’ my Uncle Robert count.) A ‘hard on’, he called it. And he was pulling on it. Is that what they call jerking off? Do I make this old man wanna jerk off? Hm, that makes me feel kinda funny, in my vagina. I wonder why. Oh, here he comes.

He opened the screen door, stuck his head out and looked around again.

“You sure there’s no one else with you, kid? Your mother? Someone from the vice squad?”

“I told you, mister I’m alone. And what’s a vi squad?”

“Never mind that. Look, little Ms Girl Scout, I have money for cookies. (He showed me a handful of money.) Why don’t you bring your wagon inside and I’ll look over which cookies I wanna buy.”

Sensing a sales opportunity (my dad taught me about sales opportunities) that I didn’t want to pass up, I bent over to grab the handle of my wagon (Darn! Did I show him my panties again?) and I stood up. Yup. He was rubbing his thing again and the truth was, I was really curious. But why did it make me feel funny, like when I touch myself at night?

“Gee, mister. You sure do like touching it. Wait a minute. Are you one of them prevert dirty old men?”

Ignoring my question, he waved his money at me and handed me a five dollar bill. I handed him a box of peanut butter cookies.

“Kid, do you wanna sell me cookies or doncha? Yes? Now bring in the cookies.”

He looked around again. “You sure this ain’t a set up? That’s entrapment, ya know.”

“Mister, I don’t know what ‘trapment means (I grabbed the $5 out of his hand) but I wanna sell some cookies, so let me in.”

I didn’t fully understand what was going on here but the boys at Our Ladies of Perpetual Orgasm Academy, where I go to school, were always looking up my school skirt and for that matter, so was my English teacher, and they never gave me any money (well, there was that one time with my English teacher but we won’t count that), so maybe this was even a better sales opportunity than I thought. I mean, it’s only my panties, right? My dad and my uncle have seen my panties ang a lot more. He held the screen door open for me and I walked in, trailing my red wagon behind me. It bumped over the door sill.

I looked around. The trailer was small. And it smelled funny; bad funny. There were dirty pots and pans and dishes in the sink, an old time TV, with a couple a straight wire things on top and there were clothes thrown all over an old chair and a small couch that was there. In the back, I saw there was a bed. Ew. And what was that smell? It was a worse mess inside than it was outside.

“You wanna hit?” he asked. He picked up a funny looking cigarette from an ash tray, waved it in my direction, then brought it to his mouth and inhaled it. I’ve seen people smoking, so I know what inhaling is.

“Do I wanna hit?” I don’t smoke and I don’t wanna hit anything, mister. I wanna sell cookies.”

He grabbed a bottle with yellow liquid in it.

“How about some tequila, little girl?”

“No thank you, sir. I’m too young for that. What do you think I am?”

“I’m not sure, kid.” He shrugged his shoulders and poured himself some into a dirty glass and drank it in one gulp.

He’s being very unprofessional, I thought. Not at all like my daddy and his friends at their lawyer office. I’m here to sell cookies, darn it.

“So I have another free sample for you, mister ... a chocolate mint. A big favorite.”

I handed it to him. My dad calls this the “puppy dog close”. You put the item you wanted to sell into their hands and they just take it. He took it and chewed it once or twice and swallowed it.

“If I buy a box of these mint things, will you bend over and take it out of your wagon, there?”

OK, so he wants to see my panties again. I don’t much care but it’s going to cost him. Pretty smart, eh?

“Sure, mister but you’ll have to buy 5 boxes.” I reached out my hand. “That’ll be $25 please. Cash in advance.”

“Aren’t you the little entrepreneur?”

He counted out $25 and gave it to me. I put it in my pocket, turned and bent over to get his cookies. I stood up and gave them to him. I wanted to give him his money’s worth, so I bent over real good, so that my skirt rode up and he could see my panties.

“That’s real nice, little girl but pull your skirt up over your ass, so I get a real good look at them little girl white panties of yours.”

I did as he asked but I heard movement behind me. I looked down between my legs and behind me and he had his thing out again and it was all big and hard. Whatever. I straightened up. I wanted to sell him more cookies.

“OK, mister?”

“I didn’t see your panties from the front. I wanna see ‘em from the front. Pull up your skirt, kid an’ show me. I wanna see the crease of your cunt in your panties.”

Gee whiz, he’s nasty. And he’s pulling on himself but it’s just my panties, right? What’s the big deal?

“That’ll be 5 more boxes, mister. $25, up front and I’ll pull up my skirt.”

“Geez, you give away snow in the winter, kid but OK. Here’s $25 dollars. Now gimme my cookies and pull up your skirt. And I want you to tell me you’re pulling up your skirt while yer doin’ it.”

Who gives away snow in the winter? Besides, this is Miami. It never snows to give any away. I didn’t understand a lot of this but whatever. And what’s this about telling him I’m doing it. Can’t he see that I’m doing it? I don’t understand this man but he’s the one with the money, so OK. I gave him 5 more boxes.

He sat down in his old beat up couch and spread his legs. “OK, little Girl Scout. Show me.”

“OK, mister, I’m pulling up my skirt and showing you my white cotton panties.” This felt kinda really weird, showing this old guy my underwear. Weird but weird funny.

“Tell me about your panties, little girl, while I stroke my hard cock. And turn around while you do it.”

Shit, he’s pulling on his thing again.

As I held up my skirt to my waist, I turned around and said, “I’m holding up my brown Girl Scout skirt and showing you my white cotton panties from the front, the side and the rear while you pull on your thing. Ew.”

“Real nice, kid. I’m gonna hafta jerk off.”

“I know what that means, mister and you better not.” I let go of my skirt.

I saw that he still had a bunch of money and I was still selling cookies, so...

“How about some more cookies, mister?”

He picked up his money and counted it out loud. It came to one hundred and twenty dollars. I did the math in my head and that was 24 boxes of cookies. But now what?

“Tell you what, kid. You undress while I watch and wank myself and I’ll buy ... let’s see...”

“Are you a dirty old man, mister? Giving money to a young girl to take her clothes off?”

“Look, kid. Do you want my money or don’t you? You know, if I were a dirty old man, wouldn’t I be doing sompin bad to you? Like forcing you or sompin? And you wanna make a big sale, right?”

“Yeah, I guess so.

So one hundred and twenty dollars is 24 boxes, mister. But I don’t have that many in my wagon. I would have to take an order ... cash in advance, of course ... and bring them back to you.

“Fuck the cookies, kid.”

“That’s very bad language, mister!”

“Ok, ok, I’m sorry but you don’t have to bring me all them cookies, little girl. I have one hundred and twenty dollars. I’ll give it to you if you take your clothes off for me while I jerk off.”

I was going to take my clothes off in front of this smelly old man? For one hundred and twenty dollars? That’s more money ‘an I’ve ever seen. I sensed that I had an advantage here, even if I didn’t totally understand what was going on, so I pressed forward. My daddy taught me that expression. Press forward.

“Tell you what, mister. Here’s the deal: (I felt so grown up, talking a business deal and there was a lot of money involved.) I’ll take my clothes off while you watch me but the price is two hundred and fifty dollars.” At this point it was all about the money and I just didn’t care about this other stuff.

“Two hundred and fifty dollars?! Are you out of yur fucking mind? I could rent a pro for that much money!”

I didn’t know what he meant by ‘rent a pro’. A pro ball player? Like from the Miami Marlins?

“Well, if you don’t have it, I understand.” And I turned to walk away. Sales 101 my dad taught me. Make like you don’t care. It’s called the ‘take-away’.

“Wait, wait. I think I can get it. Geeze, you drive a hard bargain, kid. Gimme a minute here and I’ll check my emergency stash.”

What’s an emergency stash? Is there an emergency? Where? Here? He’s saying things I don’t understand.

He went to one of his kitchen cupboards, opened it, pulled out a coffee can, turned it over and dumped out a pile of money on the counter. I went over to where he was counting and stood next to him, eyeing the money. It was greasy but it was money.

He turned to me. “Alright, kid. What’s this gonna cost me?”

‘You want me to take all my clothes off while you watch?”

“Yeah.”

“Like, naked?”

“Yeah.”

“An you’re gonna take your thing out an’ touch it?”

“Yeah.”

Fuck it. I just went for it.

“Three hundred dollars, mister. You wanna watch me take all my clothes off an’ you wanna play with it while I do? It’s gonna cost you three hundred dollars. Take it or leave it!” I said defiantly. I had no idea how much $300 was but I knew it was a lot.

“Fuck, kid! Aren’t you afraid of getting raped?”

“Should I be afraid, mister?”

“No. I’m a perv but I’m not into hurting little girls.”

“The price is three hundred dollars. What do you wanna do?”

I’d never seen that much money in my life but my daddy always says, ‘Life is filled with endless possibilities’ and I figured this was one of them. And he called himself a perv. I knew it.

“Ok, three hundred dollars. Christ as fuck, kid, yer something. You sure you ain’t a pro?”

I play shortstop on my middle school team. I’m hardly a pro.

He counted out the money and handed it to me. I counted it myself and was startled by how much money it was. I’d never seen that much money before. I put in my skirt pocket. I still didn’t know what he meant by ‘pro’ but whatever.

“OK, mister ... now what?”

He had this funny look in his face. In his eyes. I’d seen that look in my daddy’s face when he was about to dive into a pint of Ben & Jerry’s. Was I the Ben & Jerry’s for this dirty old man?

“OK, kid ... shit, I’m gonna enjoy this ... this is what we’re gonna do. I’m takin’ my clothes off...”

“Wait, what? We didn’t agree...”

“You want me to take back the money?”

“No.” He had me. I was gonna hafta see him naked. Ew.

“OK, then. I’m getting naked and I’m gonna sit on this chair here and I’m gonna spread my legs and you’re gonna look at my cock and my balls and I’m gonna stroke it, OK? Got it?”

“Yeah, I guess so. I got it.” What was I getting myself into? And why am I not scared? Hm.

Making the deal seemed better than doing the deal. But at the same time, a crazy feeling was coming over me. I felt a kind of thrill about it all. I’m not stupid. This is all about sex and it’s very, super naughty. Megan the Girl Scout was being very, very naughty with a disgusting, dirty old man. For money. Cool.

It doesn’t seem like he’s gonna hurt me, so I’m just gonna go with this and see where it takes me. He wants to masturbate while he’s looking at me naked and he just gave me three hundred dollars more to do it. Ya know, it doesn’t seem all that terrible. I wouldn’t say this to him, of course but there may be something here about money and about giving me really nice feelings, worth exploring. I don’t want him to know what I’m thinking here but again, like my daddy says, “Life is filled with endless possibilities”. Just because I’m young, doesn’t mean I can’t start exploring them, right?

He took his clothes off faster than I thought possible. Ew, gross. Fat old man, dirty, smelly clothes. But look at his thing! It’s bigger than I thought. The top looks like a mushroom. It’s red and it’s throbbing up and down. Are all men like this? I was taught to be in touch with my feelings but all this was confusing to me.

He’s looking into my eyes. He’s naked and standing up straight and he’s stroking his thing ... his cock with his right hand. He’s stroking his cock. He’s masturbating. He’s jerking off. And with his left hand he’s touching himself underneath his testicles, his balls. He’s touching his balls while he looks at me. Wow. And I’m getting to watch this. And I’m only a young girl. He likes doing this in front of a young girl.

Then he turned around and leaned over and shit! He put his hands behind himself and spread his tushy wide and, oh fuck, he’s opening up his behind.

“Can you see my asshole little girl? I’m spreading it so you can see into it. I’m getting off on spreading my ass cheeks, so you can see my asshole. Whaddaya think?”

“Ew! Gross!”

“OK, whatever.”

He sat down, spread his legs and continued pulling on his cock. “Well?”

“Yeah, OK. Here goes.” I was nervous but excited nervous.

I took off my sash with the medals and patches on it and dropped it on what looked like a coffee table. It landed on an ash tray, so I picked it up and placed it on a magazine. Shit! It’s a dirty magazine, with a naked woman on the cover. Ew!

“First the white blouse, kid. Button by button.”

I could hardly breathe. I looked down at my small breasts, that, until this moment, I was very proud of. I took a deep breath, reached for the top button and I undid it. I undid the next one. Then the third. By this time my white bra was showing.

“What are you doing, little Girl Scout? Can you see me stroking my cock?”

Suck it up. This is just business, I said to myself.

“I’m undressing while you watch me and you’re stroking your cock.” It was difficult to not stare at it.

“You like lookin’ at my cock, doncha, kid? I’m a dirty ol’ perv and I’m watchin’ a pretty little Girl Scout take her clothes off, right here in my trailer.”

I didn’t know what to say.

“Keep going, kid”, he said.

I looked down and undid the fourth button.

“Now pull your blouse out of your skirt.”

I did as I was told and yanked my blouse out of the waistband of my brown skirt.

“Undo the last buttons an’ take it off.”

A part of me panicked and for a moment I froze.

“Do it, kid!

I looked down and then looked up into his eyes and stared at him for a moment. I took a heavy breath and undid the last two buttons of my blouse and pulled it out of my skirt. My blouse hung free. He could see my A-cup, white bra. I wished my breasts were larger.

I already knew what was next and I took off my blouse and dropped it on top of my sash. My body was electric. He was pulling on his cock.

“Turn around, kid. I wanna see you in your bra and your Girl Scout dress from all angles.”

I spun around.

“Slowly, kid!”

I turned slower, showing him my bra from the front, the sides and the back.

“Now your dress.”

Pulling up my skirt and showing my panties was one thing. But taking it off was something else.

“It’s really called a skirt, mister.”

“OK, your skirt. Whatever. Take it off.”

I couldn’t believe I was doing this. I reached down to the clasp, unhooked it and let my skirt fall slowly past my hips to the floor. I picked it up and placed it on top of my blouse. I was standing there in just my white underwear and my sneakers, while this perv was watching me and pulling on himself. Geez, his thing is big! My body was vibrating. I felt tingles down there, in between my legs. I could feel myself getting wet in my puss.

“You’re a skinny little thing, aren’t you, kid? But Jesus, this is hot, watching a little girl strip just for me. I gotta tell ya, I love yer white cotton panties and seeing the white elastic around your waist and thighs. Now turn around ... Wait! What? There’s a wet spot on your cunt. Are you wet in yer cunt? You’re fucking getting off on this, aren’t you?”

I was so embarrassed. I pretended I didn’t know what he was talking about but I knew from the feelings in between my legs that I was moist there, like at night when I touch myself. I was as embarrassed can be.

“Look, mister. I’m standing here in my underwear. Are we gonna finish this or what? And how long do I hafta watch you pull on your thing ... on your cock?”

“I’m gonna pull on my cock till I get off, OK? Now take off your bra. I wanna see your little girl titties.”

What the fuck have I gotten myself into, here? It’s just business, I reminded myself. But my thighs were quivering.

I reached behind my back and undid the single hook on my bra. I was about to let this dirty old man in his filthy trailer look at my breasts. I let the bra fall off and land on the floor, exposing my breasts. Fuck, my nipples were hard. And swollen. I leaned over to pick it up, when...

“Stop. Your little titties are incredible. I want to see them hanging down. And your nipples are hard. Oh, fuck me.”

This was getting out of hand but I froze and let him look at my breasts hanging down as I leaned over. I was getting wetter in my vagina. This embarrassed me, this man seeing the wetness in my panties but there wasn’t much I could do about it. It was just business.

“OK, now stand up.” I did. “My God, your little titties are incredible!”

“They’re small.” I said defensively, as I tried to cover them.

“No, little girl. They’re perfect. Put your hands to your side. I want to see them full on. That’s it. Now all you’re wearing is your white cotton panties. Christ, I love saying that! White cotton panties. Little girl panties. Turn around. That’s it. I like seeing tight little girl panties from the back, as well as the front. From the back I can see your ass crack and from the front I can see your cunt slit. I hafta tell ya, kid ... this is some kinda amazing. And by the way ... I need to get out of the rest of my clothes. You don’t mind, do you?”

He’s going to get totally naked? Ew.

He took the rest of his clothes off. Stripped down to nothing. Oh, this was gross. But his thing, now that I could see all of it ... how do I describe it? It looked like the pornos. All big and red and swollen-looking, with his sack hanging down low. He continued to touch himself.

“Stand with your legs apart. Now stand with your thighs pressed together, so I can see the V of yer thighs an’ yer cunt. Now the panties, kid. Pull down your white cotton panties while I jack off.

No, wait. I want to see that wet spot in your panties closer. Sit down in that chair behind you.”

I stood there, not moving. God, what have I gotten myself into? He wants to look close up in between my legs. But why does it feel so tingly there?

“Come on, little girl. Do as yur told. Sit down and put your legs over the arms of the chair.”

“What about my socks and sneakers?”

“Leave ‘em on, kid. It’s a great look.”

I felt as if I had no control. Even though I was making money, this smelly, dirty old man was in charge. But maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing. I was so confused. I sat down in the chair and spread my legs over the arms of the chair. I looked down and saw my wet spot in the crotch of my panties. Shouldn’t I be embarrassed? I wasn’t and I didn’t understand. He came closer and got on his knees in front of me. He put his hands on my thighs and leaned in. He sure wasn’t gonna find any Girl Scout cookies there.

“I’m smelling your cunt, little Girl Scout.”

“That’s a bad word, mister.” I said weakly.

“Cunt! Cunt! It’s a cunt, little girl. Do I have my hands on your thighs? Tell me.”

“Yes, mister. You have your hands on my thighs and they’re way up, near my uhh...”

“Say it!”

“Cunt! You have your hands near my cunt.” I wasn’t expecting any of this.

He leaned in, put his face real close to the crotch of my wet panties and breathed in. He’s smelling me!

“Ahhh, Christ, that’s sweet!”

“Wait! Is that your tongue there? No, stop! Oooph. Oooo. What are you do...? Oooo, oh, my.”

He pulled away. Why did he pull...?

“OK, let’s get them little girl panties off, kid. We agreed naked, remember?”

Off? My panties? Oh, right. OK, a deal is a deal, I suppose, but he’s going to see my vagina ... up close. I dunno ‘bout this. Still, something was very exciting. Very, very naughty but very exciting. My folks would kill me. But right now I didn’t care. I was gonna show my private parts to this strange man.

I lifted my behind off the chair, took ahold of the white elastic waistband and started to pull them down. And I stopped. I looked at his face ... in his eyes.

“What’s a matter, kid? Whaddaya lookin’ at?”

“You’re a dirty ol man and I’m about to take off my panties so you can see me totally naked, like even my vagina.”

“Yeah, so?”

He was pulling on himself harder now.

“Yeah, so I dunno. I’m just a young girl.”

He’s leering at me, like ... Fuck, I’d better get this over with.

I closed my legs so I could pull my panties down and off real quick, so I’d stop thinking about it. Then I spread open my legs and hung them over the arms of the chair, exposing my vagina wide to this disgusting man who was on his knees right in front of me and the most amazing thrill shot through me and I reached down and pulled the lips apart.

“Jesus, fuck! Ahh, fuck me, little girl, with her cunt spread and ohhhh, ahhh, I have to cum, I’m jerking off an’ I HAVE TA CUM ... AHHHHH!!!!!”

Oh my God, he was pulling on his thing so hard and his stuff came out and shot in the air and it shot some more and he fell backwards and I think something happened to him.

I pulled my panties back on and started getting dressed in a hurry in case he was dead, when he opened his eyes. I froze. What was up?

“Holy shit, that was an unbelievable cum. Little girl, that was amazing. I couldn’t hold back anymore. Having a girl as young as you, naked with your legs spread a foot from my face, showing me your cunt? Fuckin’ yeah!”

In my mind I would have loved to touch myself, like I do at night but at this point I didn’t think it was a good idea. But now what? I had hundreds of dollars in cookie orders (I picked up my skirt and felt the money in my pocket) but I still had plenty of samples in my wagon. But I was also tingling like my body was on fire and felt frustrated.

“I’m gonna get dressed now, mister. I hafta put my clothes back on and go sell some more cookies.”

“Look, kid ... you wanna sell some more cookies, right?”