...you!” Mike said. He grinned at her. “He's always had the hots for you, hasn't he”“Yes, the dirty old bugger, ever since my tits first grew,...I've had to avoid been on my own with him! Wandering eyes and wandering hands.”“What, he's been that bad?” Mike asked.“Yes,I've told you before...ogling me, making remarks, “accidently” touching my boobs and slapping my bum as soon as we were on our own...ever since I was 13!”“Well, you were quite well endowed by then, weren't you?....I've seen the. Well I start to bar up and have to grab a towel and cover up. I think I’m fuckin gay mate.”“You still like chicks Pete?”“yeh..but they don’t like me. I’m only like 5” and I cum as soon as I’m in. Oh..I can’t get up again for at least an hour. What the fuck am I going to do. The guys I’ve been with don’t give a crap how fast I cum or how big my dick is. So you can see where this is going..I’m happier with boys.”“and what am I Pete. Your best mate. I don’t care if you’re gay or small or quick.. " again. As there was still no reply, she was ready to hang up, when she heard a cry, a long, muffled cry. The cry of a woman gagged. She had heard the muffled cry, it had a rhythm to it."It must be Terri." she thought, and from the rhythm of her cries, she must be getting raped by someone, or something, but she was unsure of which. She then asked, "Terri is that you?" Still there was no answer, just the continued muffled crying. "Terri, are you alright?" she asked, but still no response, just. " She looked at me nervously. "I'm eighteen, I swear!" Care to try again?"By the light of the setting sun, her blush looked adorable. "You can let me out at the next bus stop." She said softly. "I just turned fourteen last Monday." Well, happy birthday!" I said cheerfully, ignoring the little flash of fear I felt at her age. "I think I might have something very special for such a pretty birthday girl." I lowered my voice to a dramatic whisper. "What time are your parents expecting you home?".