.. I mean you were sexy before but... I don't know..."Maybe his radar wasn't broken after all. Or maybe I was exuding something I couldn't help, somet...ing that even the most primitive of detections systems couldn't miss."Shh" I silenced him, "same ol' me. You just haven't been around much."He smiled and pushed my thighs apart, and entered me. David usually likes to take me from behind; that's his favorite position. But today he wanted me from the front. I kind of liked that, but when he filled. I scream, and Istop quickly as the higher voice coming out of my mouth isn't mine."Good." Tina smirks. She then pulls the cheer leading outfit over me andstudies me side to side. She pulls a mirror out and shows it to me. Isqueal, the girl in the mirror has violet eyes, red lipstick, red hairand make-up plastered over her face. When I move, the girl moves."What?" I begin but Tina cuts me off. She grabs my arm and slaps a padonto it. O look at it for a second before an intense headache. Mum and I had moved home to another town, close to where her sister, my aunt Anita, stayed. We had taken a top floor apartment, two bedrooms and an open-plan living room with adjoining kitchen.The apartments was six in total, where mostly older people lived, and one in particular, a Mr Johnson, had taken a shine to me, and that was putting it kindly, mum summed it up nicely, by teasing me by saying, 'He had the 'Hots' for me', though why a man in his late fifties could be interested in a girl. Again.I was older, but still of indeterminate age. Her face flashed into my mind. She was dressed for an outing, waiting at the front door for my father to pick her up and take her out. There was a tendril of memory, floating at the back of my mind, of a babysitter and my unhappiness at having this particular sitter stay with me.The still picture of my mother was engraved into my memory, because, instead of my father come to pick her up, there were two police officers and a clergyman. There.