This hadn’t worried Sharon before. Her very life had been her chief concern. But now she was sure. Her blouse was removed, thrown aside no doubt in ...he rape. Her sandals that she’d bought in the high street when she and Tracey were happily planning the holiday: gone forever, trampled into the dusty fields outside. And her bag, with her passport, money and possessions, gone also. Never to be seen again. Along with her last hopes of ever leaving Buggery by the normal process of border control.. Anyway, Felix as it turned out owned a B&B in Transylvania and was looking for a young girl to work there for the coming summer as his present maid was going off travelling for a while. He wanted someone who would fit in, and have the same sort of openmindedness that she had with his guests, who were mainly golfing groups and skiers. I told him that this sounded like just the thing for me as I was getting really restless and wanted a change. We agreed to meet but there was a problem, he. At least I had one week a year where I could share something special with her and our friendship grew. I even offered her advice about boys although it gave me a funny feeling inside. How I dreaded the thought that her first experience might be by someone who only wanted to use her. Considering her mother was so uncaring that she put a 12 year old girl in charge of grown migrant field workers in an isolated field all alone, it is a wonder she wasn’t raped. No truly loving mother EVER would have. " You did not!" I went yesterday." You went to a dirty movie theater and watched a triple X?" Uh huh. Someone had mentioned doing that and I wanted to see how." Was it gross in there?" Not much worse than the balcony at the Embassy." Eww."And the guy at the window was much creepier." Were people DOing stuff?" It wasn't very crowded. I sat far away from people." I want you to take me." What? I couldn't. What if someone saw us?" No one knows us down there and they wouldn't want to be seen either..