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on top of hers.
    ‘Take your top and knickers off,’ Wayne ordered, his voice husky with lust.
    ‘You’re fucking beautiful, babe,’ he whispered truthfully, when Angela stood completely naked in front of him. Her breasts weren’t as big as some of the girls he’d slept with, but other than that, she was perfect.
    Angela stared at Wayne as he took off his tracksuit top. His torso was fit and firm and he had one of them six-packs like she’d seen on some of the pop stars whose images were pinned up on her bedroom wall. When he took off his bottoms and put a rubber thing on his penis, Angela felt her nerves momentarily return. She had never seen a willy in real life before, and Wayne’s was not only bigger than she had expected, but it was also sticking up in the air like a flagpole.
    ‘I want you so much,’ Wayne mumbled, as he pushed her back onto the bed and got on top of her.
    ‘You’re hurting me,’ Angela cried, as Wayne tried to ram his penis inside her.
    ‘Ain’t you done this before?’ Wayne asked, surprised.
    ‘Tell me if you’ve done it before and then I’ll tell you if I have,’ Angie replied, showing her true age once more.
    ‘Yeah, I’ve done it loads of times,’ Wayne bragged.
    ‘And me,’ Angela lied.
    Now he knew she wasn’t a virgin, Wayne roughly thrust himself inside her.
    Angela bit her lip to stop herself from screaming out in pain. A minute or so later, Wayne let out a funny groan and rolled onto his back. ‘That was fucking amazing! Did you enjoy it, babe?’ he asked, with a big smile on his face.
    Angela nodded and tried to block the awful experience from her mind by concentrating on Marc Almond’s voice. Angela had expected having sex for the first time would be pleasurable and romantic, but Wayne hadn’t even kissed her during it. All he had done was get on top of her and then hurt her by shoving his big thingy up her.
    ‘Do you want to do it again?’ Wayne asked, putting a comforting arm around Angela. He had just noticed the blood on the end of his penis, so now guessed she had lied and it was her first time.
    ‘Not yet. Let’s have another drink first and listen to the music for a bit,’ Angie replied, miserably.
    As a happy Wayne leapt off the bed to pour the drinks, he sang at the top of his voice to the chorus of the song.
    Wanting to cry, Angela shut her eyes. If what she had just experienced was meant to be love, then the words in the song must be right: it was bloody tainted.
     
    Tammy Andrews lived in the opposite direction to Stephanie, so they arranged to meet that evening and said goodbye outside the school gates. Carrying her own schoolbag on one shoulder and her sister’s bag on the other, Steph set off to meet Angie outside the public toilets at the bottom of the Heathway Hill.
    ‘’Ere, let me carry your bags for you. I’m walking your way,’ Barry said, as he caught up with Steph.
    ‘Nah, it’s all right. I ain’t going straight home. Gotta meet my sister at the Heathway. One of these bags belongs to her.’
    ‘Well I’ll walk to the Heathway with you then. Give us that bigger bag ’ere, I can see you’re struggling.’
    ‘Thanks,’ Steph said, as she handed him her sister’s sports bag. Barry had been such a gentleman in the café earlier. He had insisted on paying for her and Tammy’s cheeseburger and chips, and had even bought them a packet of ten Benson to share. When Steph had first laid eyes on Barry, she had known he reminded her of someone famous, and while sitting in the café it came to her who it was. She had recently seen the film The Outsiders and Barry Franklin was the spitting image of the boy she’d fancied in that. Tammy had told her when they’d left the café that the actor in the film who looked like Barry was called
Matt Dillon.
    ‘So how old’s your sister then? And why you got her bag?’ Barry asked, breaking the silence.
    ‘Angie’s thirteen and I’ve got her bag ’cause the little cow bunked off