"It was," my father concurs. "A good way to send her off, surrounded byher family." MOST of her family," mum sniffs."I'm sure Sonia would have come if...she wasn't in Australia," dad says,referring to my distant aunt. "As for Sally..." Mum opens her mouth torespond, but is prevented from speaking by the arrival of a girl- whobarely looks thirteen- at our table."Um, excuse me," the blonde girl whispers. "Are- are you Jamie-LeeBurke?" I force a smile on my face despite the circumstances as I turn. All the windows facing the alley looked boarded or bricked up.There were a dozen guys back in the alley. They were the scruffy looking types that hang out on the backwaters of urban streets. Most were black but there were a few whites and mixed race. ?Why did you bring her back here? Are you fucking nuts?? ?I just saw her walking and she looked so hot.? ?She is just a kid.? ?Yea but look how sweet.? ?You guys better let me go!!? ?MY dad and uncle were in the Marines.? ?OH OH we are. Most of the 'activity' obviously took place in the punters car and mostly at night, behind the units but on a weekend we would often go down to watch as sometimes the prostitute and her customer would leave the car and wander into the park and into the bushes. It was usually the same proceedure, she'd lay down on a blanket, hoist up her skirt, sometimes take of her knickers and then he'd do the business but sometimes it went a bit further. I remember one time, when we were watching, a very. I thought, over and over, was it wrong to tell her that she was beautiful? Was it wrong to kiss her? Was it wrong to feel and caress her breasts? Was it wrong to want to fuck her? I know she wanted me to. There were So many questions but no answers. Just an echo of my stupidity.I could not sleep that night again. I got angry I decided not to meet her, till she called me. Begged me. Then, when she didn’t, I didn’t want to go to her home as usual or try to call her! I was falling into an abyss of.