Jack had asked her if she wanted a stalker, and he was right, she didn't. At the same time, the thought of him coming to find her... made her want to ...e reckless. From that day onwards that she couldn't get the thought of it out of her mind. They'd talked about meeting up, although, they always managed to get distracted and would discuss certain parts in graphic detail. The first time they saw each other, the first touch, the knowing smiles, the first kiss, their need for each other overcoming. It was just before I was fourteen when I went along with friends to a mans home, he had lots rabbits and also Ginny pigs and he let us feed them and everyone said it was great fun. He seemed to single me out as we looked at and handled the animals and when it was not too obvious to the others he brushed against me a few times and even at that age I knew it was not by accident. Curiosity definitely got the better of me when he made sure that I was the last to leave, cupping my breasts and. I was dressed in a lightweight summer mackintosh, witha vent at the rear that went all the way to my bottom,under the coat all I had on was a bask with built inshelf, thong and stockings. John yanked the front of my coat open ripping all thebuttons off as he did so, then he pulled at the side ofmy thong until they gave way, then he turned me so thatmy back was towards him and used my torn thong to tiemy hands behind my back. John pulled the vent at theback of my coat open and tried to use my. He didn't get upset when I as near as dammit called him an old fogey, he smiled and countered my words. He didn't demolish my arguments he just got me to view music in a slightly different way. When he talked about what music meant to him I felt ashamed of myself. He was describing how I felt about music when I was in my teens. Somewhere along the way, I had lost that ideal. Could I ever get it back? As we talked, I got this impression of a genuine, self-contained man. A guy who would accept.