Loli was sitting in the backyard with her legs crossed Indian style, playing in the dirt like an overgrown child. It was a warm Saturday afternoon and a light breeze rustled her snowy white pigtails. She made circles in the soft earth with her finger while humming. She was unaware that she was being watched until a shadow fell over her. 

She looked up to see a middle aged Hispanic woman in purple shorts and a white tank top standing over her. The woman wore her black hair in a ponytail, and when she smiled, her teeth reminded Loli of a cute little rabbit. “Hi,” she said, “I’m Ronnie Anne...I’m an old friend of your dad’s. Is he here?”

Loli shook her head sadly. Daddy was not here. He was at work. Loli hated when he was at work because she couldn’t ride his dick and had to wait.

“Good,” Ronnie Anne said and looked nervously around. She had been watching the Loud house for nearly a week, and from what she saw, Lincoln and his sisters turned into real sickos after she left. “I have a question for you. Can you tell me something, honey?”

Loli nodded. She could tell lots of things. Like Daddy. Daddy. Daddy. And Daddy.

One more look around, and Ronnie Anne leaned over. “Does your father...touch you? Where you pee?

Beaming, Loli nodded. She lifted up off the ground and pointed at her butt. “Daddy daddy.” Here too.

”My God,” Ronnie Anne gasped and slapped her hand to her mouth, “it’s worse than I thought.” Standing up straight, her face in a scowl of outrage, she whipped her phone out, her head shaking disgustedly back and forth.

Loli cocked her head curiously to one side. “Daddy?”

”I’m calling social services,” Ronnie Anne said, and Loli’s face darkened, “your father will never touch you again. I promise.”

Never touch her again??? Those four words sent Loli over the edge. She sprang at Ronnie Anne and knocked her to the ground. The phone flew from her hand and she let out a shocked scream. 

Like an animal backed into a corner, Loli battered her fists against Ronnie Anne’s fast, left right, left right, left right. Ronnie Anne whipped her head back and forth in an attempt to get away from Loli’s wrath but it was futile. The girl was strong. Ronnie Anne’s lips cracked and blood filled her mouth, her nose burst and gushed down her chin, stars expoded on the backs of her eyelids. Her heart slammed and her muscles went weak. She screamed for help and kicked her legs.

Somehow she managed to get Loli off of her and stumbled to her feet. Loli, on her knees, lunged forward and grabbed Ronnie Anne’s shorts, pulling them down to her ankles along with her underwear. Hysterical, Ronnie Anne ripped her feet out and, naked from the waist down, started to run. Loli watched from her haunches, like a vicious dog, then jumped up an gave chase. Ronnie Anne threw a terrified look over her shoulder and screamed. Loli hit her and knocked her down again. Clawing like an angry cat, she ripped Ronnie Anne’s tank top off. The Hispanic was entirely nude now and trembling. “Please stop!” she wept. “Please!”

Loli got to her feet, intent on body-slamming the awful, awful woman, but Ronnie Anne shot up and ran as fast as she could around the side of the house, then into the street, naked, vulnrable, and covered in blood. People on the sidewalk looked at her strangely. She sobbed as she ran. She had never been more hurt or humiliated in her life. 

Loli watched with a smirk, then smiled when Daddy walked up. He squinted after the naked woman. “I’d know that ass anywhere, what was Ronnie Anne doing here?”

”Daddy daddy daddy,” Loli said and groped his crotch.

It’s not important.