What the hell," Mr. Davis agreed and I shook my head at him but he gave me a look."Danielle, time to earn your keep," Mr. Davis said and about then a ...arge white man, one of the guys who'd been pissing, stepped into the stall and he was already reaching for his zipper.I pressed my thighs together and kept my hands over my penis, because this man didn't look like the sort of person who would want his cock sucked by a faggot. He was big and strong and looked like his nose had been broken more. A chav was a teenager who wore a hooded top track suite trousers called trackies training shoes called trainers and no under ware, they were lawless roamed in gangs and people avoided them if they could even the police stayed clear of them, it was only poor people who liked them. 12 year old Cindy a girl from a very rich family was walking home from the shops with her best friend Sally also 12 from a rich family as they rounded a bend Sally nudged Cindy said ” oh look it is a chav having a wee. “I’ll handle it, Mom. You and Dad stay out of it.”I wondered why they were crying as I drifted off. A couple of days later I woke from a drug induced haze and heard sobbing. My vision was blurred but it looked like Debbie. I tried to talk and she hit the call button, disappearing when the doctor and nurses came charging in. I thought about it later and decided I had hallucinated it while under the influence of the drugs because I wanted to see her.In the end they got caught when one showed up. I caught my reflection, my narrow face wistful, my green eyes yearning. I rubbed my thighs together, my virgin pussy so wet, my panties getting soaked with my excitement. I wanted to squeeze my small breasts and pinch my large nipples.I had bigger nipples than my cousin Louisa despite her larger breasts.Father started up the minivan. He adjusted to mirror until I could see his eyes. They seemed to be smiling. “Let's get you some ice cream, kiddo.”Kiddo! He should call me pumpkin or sweetie or.