The voice continued in my ear."I reckon you're lying about your age. You don't look 15, more like 12or 13 at the most. We don't like girls under 14. T...ey're too young to beslaves. Tell us how old you really are."I was terrified of those large coarse hands exploring the curves of mybottom and desperate for them to let me go. I had only just begun toreach puberty at 15 and my face was still quite hairless, elfin andpretty like a girl's. I knew I looked much younger than other boys myage and saw a. But it wasn't always so.I'd come from the rough part of town, the wrong side of the tracks. I was wilful, disobedient, failing at school and at life. I was destined to live out my days in cheap bars and rundown apartments, scratching for money and lacking respect. But she saw something in me, something that no-one else had seen before. She took me into her house, offered me shelter, offered me a job, offered me a place in the world.At first, I pushed her away, I resisted her attempts to mould. "Talk to me, Goose," he said as he grinned into the phone and thought, 'I'm gonna fuck your wife.' "Have time to talk?" asked David. "I'm on my way to work. I can talk for a bit. Go ahead." "I approached Karen about your little swinging idea last night." "Yeah? How'd that go?" "At first she threw a fit. But now I think she's seriously considering it." Peter laughed. "Well, congrats, man. You get a little 'strange'; she gets a little 'strange'. Everybody wins." "Well, not quite. I'm stuck with. Out of nowhere, Becky pulled her shirt over her head and dropped it onto the floor. Kimberly gasped as she watched her daughter undo the button and zipper on her shorts and let them fall to the floor. Kimberly and Camila retreated further into the shadows to whisper amongst each another some more.“Oh, my God,” Kimberly said in a clearly shocked and distressed voice. “I just saw my daughter take off her clothes, and she’s probably going to have sex with Todd.” She shivered. “And only a few.