We live in a small town, where everyone knows everyone. Thereweren't any malls or places to go shopping for clothes in our town so wewent to the city ...o go shopping."Oh Bobbie, look at this skirt. It would go perfect with your whiteshort sleeve poplin blouse," my mother said.The skirt was pleated, green and black plaid and went to about 2 inchesabove my knee."Mother, why do I have to get new school clothes? If I must get newclothes could I just get jeans?" I said, hoping that maybe ths. Beth let out a frustrated breath. "Randy," she said turning to the WR,"is anyone following you?" Randy checked the rearview camera eyes and the traffic vicinityscanners for a moment and then said, "I'll be damned... No Babe, Ithink you're right. No one seemed interested enough to follow us home."Michelle whispered, "They've forgotten about us," as though speakingthe idea out loud might bring it crashing down around them, cursed forhaving dared to speak the demon's name aloud. There was a hint. . again ... and once more it was the sweet Little Pain Slut that brought me my welcome relief.As my gasps settled and the residual sperm had dried into my pile of tissues, I took out my phone. Swiping to the contact called only ‘LG’ – Little Girl. I read the texts she had sent me previously. The one during the Christmas Break asking how I was, and then several reporting on their progress, hers and Red’s, as they made their way across the Pennines last weekend.And then I began to type.“Hey. Kinda strange as they were much older then us. They were about 16. Rick and Micky. We sat around for a few when someone suggested we do something fun and exciting, lol. Not sure who got the idea but I think it was Rick, he came and sat on my lap and decided I needed to learn how to french kiss if I was ever going to have a boyfriend. Excuse me, I'm ONLY 12 yrs old here. But my brain took a break and I proceeded to be taught.About 1/2 hr of this and again, some suggests we play a game, ok.