Humbert, a man from europe had here recently moved in with you and your mother. He saw you in the garden the day he came. Your soaked-through dress as you lay in the grass alongside the yards sprinkler. He was smitten. He had plans to make you his. His Lo.lita. Today he was working on his novel, in his office near your room; which you took advantage of that fact. You walked in, chewing your bubble gum, you took a seat in front of him, then in his lap, sticking your bubble gum to his sheet of paper. “Lo, was that necessary?” He asked, sighing, putting his head in his hands, avoiding eye contact with you.