Sexy Fun Times/Ten/Girl/First

As you brush the silky strands out, you think about what happened and how you have changed.

A month ago you were another innocent preteen, whose ideas about sex came entirely from gossip with your friends and articles in magazines. Then came Mr Smith.

All your life it has been drummed into you: beware of strangers offering sweets, avoid lonely places, especially after dark, never get in a strange car. That evening, you had ignored them all. You had spent the afternoon with Amanda, your best friend, and her mum was supposed to be taking you home, but her car had a flat tyre, so you said you would walk. "It's still light I'll be fine. Ill text Amanda when I am home safe.

It was dusk when you started and you marched along with buds in your ears, swinging your arms. You didn't even hear the car and it was alongside before you even noticed it. You jumped back as the back window slid smoothly down. "Excuse me," the man said. He looked quite smart and fairly old, with grey hair and glasses, and he was slim and clean-shaven.

You said nothing but stopped and pulled a bud out of your ear.