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Her lissom body is almost nubile, flirting pert protuberances, soon to become a woman's bosom, while her face still retains the faintly mischievous, wriggling giggle of childhood. She's wildly, prettily coquettish - half innocently spinning (already) her seductress web - conducting a delighted dialogue, showing her sense of fun, but wondering where the innuendoes lead. I perceived the havoc in store - the family unity, her attunement to a normal track in psychic development, the fellowship for myself with the human race - all of them called in question, if I let my lust from its leash.      But were I God, I know I well might choose      a world without these sexual taboos.