Cold sat across from the school playground staring intently at the mob of children running to and fro. Where was she? He hadn't seen her arrive that morning, maybe she was at home sick? The thought any only just entered his mind when he spotted her. That silky blonde hair in pigtails, and her smooth unblemished legs barely concealed by her tiny skirt. Mandy. His Mandy.

Of course he didn't know her real name, but Mandy seemed to fit. She hopped back and forth with her friends playing some kind of hopscotch, every so often bending forward to touch the ground revealing her soft, smooth ass covered by those crisp white knickers. His loins stirred. He couldn't take it any longer. He had to have her today.