The pastor himself, Tim remembered as pompous and not easy to either know or to have much personal confidence in. But she was different. She had alway... been a very gentle spoken, kind woman. There was always that about her that marked her in any society as definitely a ‘lady’ from anyone’s point of view. It was certainly all these factors combined that made up the awkward moment that they were currently sharing. It had been for Tim a treat, an unexpected treat to be sure, to run into Helen. As long as she'd known them, Jessie had never seen either wearing a dress. Shorts, yes, knee-pants sometimes, but never anything even vaguely resembling a skirt. Neither were tomboys so far as Jessie could tell. They just liked dressing homeboy.Well, to each their own, as Aunt Cathy often said.Jessie cut across the oval, where an exceedingly violent game of football was in full swing. She knew many of the boys by sight now; most of them went to St Patrick's over on Lincoln Road. Lanky Irish. The room became charged with the scent of feral sex. My body cried out for more…more. I am asking, begging, pleading for you to fuck me and release me from this terrible heat that is raging through me. You stop and pull away, you take off the blindfold. I am an uncontrolled mass of emotions. You are a controlled, disciplined artist playing my body like a fine instrument. You stand back and watch my face. You smile at the unashamed need and raw hunger you see. Your pleased that you have broken. He said"Well you are not going to do that with me Katey. I am going to fuck you when I want,anytime I want".I said" No. Thats too much. I am not doing that".He said menacingly"Ok lets call the police. You are going down for a long stretch. Your boy will be half grown when you get out"Sharp reached for the phone pressed buttons, I heard the the police switchboard reply.Suddenly I blurted"No, no wait. Stop" !An evil grin swept over Sharps features. He said"Thats good Katie. You are learning. Now.