The young bimbo had to learn the basics; that she can’t flash her fanny around him without giving some head before long.Mike unbuckled his trousers ...nd lowered the zip. “Hey Kimmy ... feast your eyes on this sweetheart.”What took place then is to disgusting to describe; but suffice to say Kimmy endured a degrading sexual experience at the hands of Mike. Far from any attempt at the love-making she’d expected, Mike had acted with pure animal lust, while indulging in foul dirty-talk; hinting at. Somehow that would be disrespectful to the guy I'd had a crush on. So I didn't answer at all. He knew that by saying nothing I was admitting that I had had thoughts of being with another guy. "So you have!!!" he grinned at me. "Well that's OK, I like boys".I smiled at him and stared out of the window at the lights of Riems as they approached. This was a limited stop train and Reims was the last station for a couple of hours. Nobody joined us at the station and as we pulled away my companion. To continue the story of my wife’s (SD) sexual training - awakening – enlightening – continued – Wednesday, December 4th, 1974 – NATTC Memphis:My wife (SD) said that while they were being escorted over to the van she felt like running away but didn’t as Dee W reached over and grabbed her hand and pulled her to the van saying “you are going to love this” and opened the back door of the van. There were two other men in the back of the van who reached out and pulled my wife (SD) into the van as. What mattered was the sense of urgency with which his body met hers, the longing gasps of his breath on her neck. Her eyes opened lazily, hoping that no-one else on the dance floor would see the intimate embrace she shared. This wasn't the man she arrived with. It was not the man she would leave with. This was a phantom of the past suddenly made flesh by circumstance; they both had so much to lose but for that brief spell, barely a lapse in the beat of the music playing at deafening volumes.