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putting it in a bag, I
decided to wear it as a sash and walked away. Some more looking at jewellery, clothing, leather goods
and I was ready to walk back to the resort. To my surprise, the table where I purchased the wrap was
now being looked after by an older woman and the younger one was not there. As I walked out of the
market, a hand took mine. It was the girl.
    "My aunt was pleased at how much you paid, Senorita. She let me go early." She smiled again and I
smiled back, touched by her child like innocence. She walked with me and chatted about her aunt, how
she worked at the table sometimes and what school was like. She looked to be about late teens but
acted younger. She had a child like manner that made me think she might just be handicapped in some
way. She was treating me like we were old friends, instead of strangers who just met. I chatted with her,
wondering if it was appropriate to be walking her away from her aunt.
"You are a very nice girl, but don't you think you should be getting back to your aunt?"
     
"No, Senorita, I can play now until I want to go home." She had yet to let go of my hand and I felt like I
was walking with a child of eight, not an older teenager.
     
"You are from the resort, Senorita? I have never been. It is for," she paused, thinking of the word, "from
away..."
     
"Tourists?" I offered.
     
"Si... you know." She was really not mentally a teenager. That was obvious. "Can you show me the
resort?" Her eyes beamed like a child on Christmas morning.
     
"Don't you think we should ask your aunt? She will worry."
    "No, I come back later. She will know." I thought 'what harm then' and we walked the distance to the
resort chatting like school girls. She was very pretty, big bright eyes and a wonder about the world I
almost hoped would never go away. Her hand was still clutching mine.
"What is your name," I asked.
     
"Isabella, "she said.
     
"I'm Kathy."
    We walked around the resort and her eyes grew bigger. She had obviously never seen swimming pools,
manicured lawns, gleaming bright buildings and resort staff in crisp white and red uniforms. "Your room,
Senorita, which one is it?"
"Would you like to see it'" I asked, enjoying her banter and happiness.
    "Oh...please, yes." And we went to the room, her eyes registering a bit of confusion at the elevator.
When the door opened and we were on a different floor, she clapped her hands. I opened my door and
we went in, the room immaculate after the housekeeping staff had been through. She walked around,
wide eyed at the room with a large bed, comfortable furniture and carpeting. "Senorita, you must be a
princess."
"No," I laughed, "just another tourist." There was bottled water on the desk and I opened a bottle and
poured her a glass. She took it and sipped hesitantly, then smiled when she recognized water. There
were many things here new to her. We continued to chat and I found it hard to picture an older
teenager when she was so much younger inside. Her body was slim. Her hips were narrow but not
childish. Her breasts were slightly bigger than mine and plainly not surrounded by a bra. They were firm
and self-supporting, as if they were just swelling. She was wearing a simple skirt and a tee shirt that was
partially covered by a traditional native vest. Her long black hair shone in the sunlight. She really was a
beautiful young woman, an older teen going on eight. I wondered what her life would be like.
"Are you hungry at all," I asked.
     
She looked around and said, "yes, but there is no kitchen."
    I gave a little laugh and said," That isn't a problem. We can just call for some food." She looked sceptical
but nodded. I got out the room service menu and asked, "How about some dinner." It was about five in
the afternoon.
"But what is there here?" she asked. I gave her the menu but it was quickly apparent she couldn't read
it.
     
"How about some pizza?" I asked, thinking that would be a safe bet.
     
"What is pizza?" was the reply.
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