"Stop," I said..."Why?" "I don't know, just stop!" I said. Well, as guys do, or don't, he didn't stop and pushed me to the side...down along a side s...reet and then down to the ground..."Come on," he said..."Let me go," I cried as he pushed me down and now he was like one hundred hands...I didn't know a guy could have so many hands and they were all on me. I said, "Stop" again but he didn't. As I was developing, I naturally admired my breasts...my early self-examinations...and checked them. But that’s not really what matters, what matters is mum was devoted to her weekly ritual of going out on Fridays, during the week id do my usual thing of “Look for a job, fail, look again, fail, clean the house” while she worked doing her secretary stuff and on Saturday she would cook, clean and do errands and Sunday she would just relax the whole day. So she had a rough week every week, so I guess she deserved to let her hair down, but with no dad she had to go to a different place with her. It was completly unexpected with someone I didn’t know but had seen around hanging on to a local boy. I worked on a local farm for the summer.I built up a really nice sun tan as I wore shorts and it was so hot I was shirtless most of the time. One afternoon during hay baling season I noticed the young girl around my age of 17 ( who was hanging around with that local lad )was all alone sitting on the village bench.As I walked past she said hello.I responded by asking her if she was OK and she. "Yes. Why do you ask?" Because my friends and I have been looking all over this base for you. That Stone kid is looking for you. He's waiting outside the rec building. I'll show you a quick way." O.K. Lead on." A nice long conversation with him might give me a few needed answers.The guy led me through several short cuts. I saw the rec building twice between other buildings. Always he steered me away. "Hey, what's going on here? The rec building's over there."Suddenly I felt a pressure in my.