„Say, how old are you anyway ?“ the reporter asked as theobviously young lass was disrobing.“Thirteen.“ she replied with a shy smile.“Thirteen ??? My God girl !!! You get those clothes back on atonce and get the hell outta here ! Are you crazy ?“ he thundered.Pausing briefly at the door as she left, the perplexed nymphetsmiled and said, „Superstitious, huh ?“
