She was very much like her mother when she hit her teens. Really a miniature version. On the summer before 8th grade her platinum blonde hair was to h...r mid back, she had her mothers sparkling skin and was already showing the signs of a nice butt and a nice chest. Before you start thinking it, no I never had any kind of a sexual relationship with my daughter, she is my own blood for Christs sake. But I wasnt blind, and I was already fearing the boys coming calling. Anyway, for whatever reason,. "Poof!" Go fuck yourself!"Craig held me back. "Easy Cheryl, they're not worth it."I hated it, it made me feel ridiculous, when all I was trying to do wasbe myself. "The next cunt that starts I'm gonna punch!" That's not very lady-like, is it darling?" Megan said taking my hand.I hated living in such a narrow-minded backward city, if you could callit that. It was more of a town than anything else. For example, there wasonly one place in the entire "city" that sold cigarettes twenty-fourhours a. You'll be needing your strength to keep up with this one," she told her guest with a wink."MUM!" Simon cried, while Marianne hid a broad smile behind her hand. Grinning, his mother left and returned to the kitchen, emerging a moment later with plates for her son and herself.All four restricted themselves to small talk over their meal. Once they'd finished, Simon made them all a cup of tea, before he and Marianne made their excuses and left to go up to his room."Caroline said she'd love to go,. And then, when you were twelve or thirteen, how you'd started to hold me roughly, and feel my body — I was powerless to stop you, and then the day came when you kissed me passionately, forcing your mouth on mine and gripping my breast painfully, and I hadn't been able to stop myself from asking you to slap me. A look of sudden understanding came into your eyes, and you slapped me twice, and then again, and then you pulled your belt from the loops of your jeans... you stripped me naked, and used.