B said it's better if I didn't tell anyone about Mum getting free spectacles here, or even that we'd been here today, as she was sure Dad wouldn't lik... it and we didn't want "things getting out" to the locals, or even my college friends for example. She repeated they were very "professional here." She placed the glasses in a bag, along with something in a brown envelope.I said very little on the way home. I said nothing over the evening meal either. I wrote it all down in my diary, all I'd seen. I met the gaze of a guy across the room; he was black like a lot of the others here, very tall and probably about 18, a couple of years older than me. He briefly scanned me up and down, lingering slightly on my reasonably sized 34c boobs. I looked away.I tapped Corrine on the arm and gestured that I was going into the kitchen. Manoeuvring into the equally packed room, I took the opportunity to slip the contents of my drink into the pot of a house plant. The taste of it tingle unpleasantly in my. As he got closer to me, I again ducked under his arm and giggled. This time I had two options, I could either go over my bed again and get stuck in the corner or wait until he came towards me again and pray I could duck under his reach once more. Nick moves towards me and I try to duck. He grabs me in his arms and pulls me down to the floor. Hugging me from behind. “I told you, Emma, I always get what I want.” He kissed my neck and along the back of my shoulders and a noise erupted from deep in. .you are a queer, a fag homo." "And, what about you?" "I'm no queer." "No? Well, what about this?" I reached out and gently rubbed the front of his pants, marvelling at the hardness and the heat I felt through his jeans. "I am responding to a sexy girl, not a guy. But, you... you dress like a girl, and get turned on by a guy. You are the only queer here, Karen." His words hit me like a slap in the face. What he said was true. I felt on the verge of crying. "Well, will.