This character and subsequent events of a highly sexual nature were based on a real event. A parent came in to school to complain about the actions of the boys with his fourteen-year-old daughter. Apparently the police weren’t interested. He expected me to instil different attitudes into the boys.
I am in the room with my dead father, looking out the window. The young girl walks along with her friend.
Excerpt – Bodies in a Window
Les had helped me plan it. My parents were away and I was fourteen so they thought I was old enough to look after myself. Of course I could. I was nearly fifteen for heaven’s sake. Les helped out there a real lot though because I know they still had their doubts. They liked Les and thought she was a calming influence on me. She assured them that she’d look after me – the lying vixen. They thought it was fine leaving me alone for the odd weekend as long as I had Les for company. I wouldn’t get up to any harm with good old Les. To look at us you’d think butter wouldn’t melt in our mouths. But then parents rarely saw what was in front of their noses. Heaven knows what was in their heads. Silly sods.
I knew what was in my head though.
I wanted Doug and I wanted sex. That was all that was in my head. I was crazy about him. I don’t know why him in particular. He wasn’t your big hunky type. He was a little guy with long hair and he seemed so sweet. All the girls loved him. He and Oz were the two heart-throbs of the year. I suppose that was sufficient to start with. I adored him. I’d set my sights on him even though he was well out of my league. I thought I stood a chance. I was determined and I had a couple of weapons in my armoury that the other girls didn’t. I was realistic. I would have loved to have a relationship but I knew that wasn’t about to happen so I was prepared to settle for what I could get.
I was crazy about boys in general. I had been for well over a year. Doug was the focus of it at this moment in time but it wasn’t just about him. Sex was the only thing on my mind. Not to put too polite a spin on it, like the boys said, I just wanted to fuck. I know that was not what young girls were supposed to feel. It’s supposed to be love and romance and all that, princes and frogs – but not with me. I had this thing about sex. That is all that seemed to matter to me. It consumed me. I wanted one of them to put his thing inside me and fuck me for ever. That sounded like heaven to me. I seemed to feel it more than the other girls. They were interested but in a sort of soppy way. It was all love and fairy tales with them but not me. I wanted the real thing. I got so hot between the legs and I couldn’t help thinking about it. It sent funny feelings gurgling in my tummy. It sometimes made me so wet down there that it was uncomfortable. I found myself dreaming about it in class and had to make an excuse to get out to the loo. That was easy enough. Most of the old male teachers were too embarrassed to ask. If they thought it you were having a period they just let you go. The female ones were not quite so easy to pull the wool over though. Some of them really gave you the first degree.
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