"There you are!" the old man chortled, his weathered face stretching with his smile. "How's my favorite little granddaughter."
"I'm good, Gwandpa," Maddie replied, making her voice and pronunciation sound younger than her ten years.
"Come in, come in," he gestured. "Let me get that for you. Oh my, what a pretty dress you're wearing."
Willard had removed Maddie's plain, knee-length rain coat to reveal the white party dress with pink ribbons. It was very short, not quite completely covering the bottom of her ruffled panties. As she watched, a little more of the pink frills showed to the old man's hungry gaze. Despite her toddler-like attire, Maddie's slim legs were nicely toned downed to her white anklet socks and black Mary Jane shoes.
"Why don't we go to the den so I can give you a horsie ride?" Willard suggested.
"I love your horthie rideth, Gwandpa," Maddie replied with a giggle.
"And I love making your pigtails bounce when you do it," he said, warmly.
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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