This story is fictional. The only similarity with my life is that when I was 13 I lost my cherry to a woman of 23. ………………………………………………………………………………………….. What am I doing here? Why has everything gone wrong? Remember these words. It all started when Jan, short for Janice, started at our school. She was allocated the desk next to mine in Mrs Briggs’ sixth grade class. I was rapt. My first impression was of a vision, a mass of long blond curls, an angelic face and long legs: I was smitten. I had just turned eleven, discovered girls and was hoping that...
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