She'd find a boy she thought was cute, and back him intoa corner. If he didn't squirm out, she'd kiss him and then grab hiscrotch. She'd squeeze him t...rough his pants until he was good and hard,and then she'd break the kiss and walk away. The guys always followed.She'd then publically humiliate him by saying something about his tinypenis and laughing so the whole mall could hear her. It was pretty sad,actually. One day, I asked her why she did that. She said that the firsttime she had sex with. She dug her nails into him, fucking hell, Cathy and Linda had been right, Phil could do it, and do it well. More importantly, he had yet to come himself. She stopped fucking him, and just enjoyed the feel of his cock inside her. She opened her eyes. He looked so young, then again, he was. Sixteen. Fucking hell, they’d send her to prison for this, her and her sister, and throw the key away. What had she done. The enormity of what she had done hit her, like a punch to the guts. She felt sick.. "A little," she replied. "Sometimes I play it with Chrissy when she comes over." I knew that Chrissy Hannigan was one of her best friends."Okay, then." I began to play. "Pick it up."And she did. I quickly realized something. She was raw – she'd only been taking piano lessons for two years, since voice lessons were number one with her – but she had potential. She was a natural musician with a fantastic ear and a keen sense of rhythm. It definitely ran in the family. We finished our duet, then I. “There. Now …”“Aaron, Aaron don’t. Leave me be. Please. If we don’t do what she wants she’ll go to the police. She’ll tell them all about the dress. I’ll be sacked, I’ll have a police record …”Aaron was already checking to see how she was tied, struggling to unfasten her bonds. “If she does, we’ll shout assault, kidnapping, attempted blackmail, whatever ... Where the hell’s she got to, anyway?”“No, sweetheart, no, please! She’ll lie, she’ll twist it, she’s got friends who’ll say all sorts about.