It was about a week before my seventeenth birthday. I was sitting on my bed with my boyfriend Jason. He had been trying to talk me into the fucking ...im again. I liked Jason a lot, but I knew I didn't want to have sex with him. Every time we would make out he would rub on me with his rough hands and he would kiss me so hard it almost hurt. It wasn't pleasurable at all. He had just put his hands up my skirt and was trying (unsuccessfully) to finger me. He wasn't a virgin, but he. It’s right on the beach and looks spectacular. When I made it into the terminal I noticed one big thing: it was all college-aged kids. OK, I’m not that old, I’m only 32, but I felt really old in this crowd. I guess when I ran away from home I should have checked if it was spring break. Well, I didn’t plan on staying in town much, so it should be fine. I took the hotel bus from the airport. The town was pretty interesting, and noticed that it caters pretty heavily to us American tourists. The. .. well ... No ... I mean ... well, sometimes."Just then, I felt John pulling up my nightgown."All this time, and I thought you were a professional hooker," he said, with a bit of anger in his voice, "and now I realize, you're just an ordinary slut." No! It's not like that at all. You don't realize." I tried desperately to push my nightgown back down.John pulled up harder on the nightgown, exposing my ass."Just a cock sucking slut tease, that's what you are!" Tease?" I asked, panicked. "How. She was enjoying Marvyn’s attention.After finally getting served he joined them back at the table and Jayne left to go the ladies cloakroom. “So what did you think of the Ceremony then, Steve?” Marvyn asked him.He shrugged his shoulders. “I suppose it takes all sorts, as they say.”“You don’t fancy the idea yourself then?”Steve shook his head.“What if Jayne was keen on the idea?”Steve laughed nervously wondering if she had said something to Marvyn. “I... I doubt if she would ever consider.