1989
It was one week before Debra’s fourteenth birthday and her parents had been telling her she’d get a very special present.
She was getting ready for dinner, when she felt a pair of eyes lurking at her. She looked up, her brush still in her hand. “Hello, sir” she sighed shy.
Dale frowned. “Please, Deb, call me Dale” he pleaded softly. Deb looked down and Dale walked into the room. “You don’t have to be afraid of me, Deb. Your parents trust me. Why can’t you do the same?”
Debra kept quiet and continued brushing her hair. Dale smiled and caressed a hair behind her ear. He felt her shiver by his touch and mistakenly took it as a sign of excitement.
“You’ll be a fine woman someday” he whispered in her ear. He swallowed and stood. He wanted to rip her clothes off and take her there and then. But it wasn’t the right time yet.
He walked away, just when Debra’s parents arrive.
“Make sure she’s prepared” he said to them. Mrs. Parker nodded and she and her husband walked to Debra.
“Did you have a nice conversation with Dale, honey?” Mrs. Parker asked. Debra shook her head. “No. He’s scary” “Well, that’s not a nice thing to say, is it?” her mother reproached.
Her parents sank down on the bed. “Debra, sweetie, we have to talk” Mrs. Parker started. “You know it’s your birthday next week, right?” Debra nodded and a faint smile appeared on her face. “And you know we told you you’d get a special present?”
“Yes, mom” Debra confirmed.
“Well, that present is a good and wealthy and secure life from that day on” Mrs. Parker continued breathless. “But before you get your present there’s something you have to give to Dale”
“What is it, mom?” Debra asked kind of sad. If it involved Dale it couldn’t be good.
“You have to spend the night of your birthday with him” Mr. Parker explained.
It was one week before Debra’s fourteenth birthday and her parents had been telling her she’d get a very special present.
She was getting ready for dinner, when she felt a pair of eyes lurking at her. She looked up, her brush still in her hand. “Hello, sir” she sighed shy.
Dale frowned. “Please, Deb, call me Dale” he pleaded softly. Deb looked down and Dale walked into the room. “You don’t have to be afraid of me, Deb. Your parents trust me. Why can’t you do the same?”
Debra kept quiet and continued brushing her hair. Dale smiled and caressed a hair behind her ear. He felt her shiver by his touch and mistakenly took it as a sign of excitement.
“You’ll be a fine woman someday” he whispered in her ear. He swallowed and stood. He wanted to rip her clothes off and take her there and then. But it wasn’t the right time yet.
He walked away, just when Debra’s parents arrive.
“Make sure she’s prepared” he said to them. Mrs. Parker nodded and she and her husband walked to Debra.
“Did you have a nice conversation with Dale, honey?” Mrs. Parker asked. Debra shook her head. “No. He’s scary” “Well, that’s not a nice thing to say, is it?” her mother reproached.
Her parents sank down on the bed. “Debra, sweetie, we have to talk” Mrs. Parker started. “You know it’s your birthday next week, right?” Debra nodded and a faint smile appeared on her face. “And you know we told you you’d get a special present?”
“Yes, mom” Debra confirmed.
“Well, that present is a good and wealthy and secure life from that day on” Mrs. Parker continued breathless. “But before you get your present there’s something you have to give to Dale”
“What is it, mom?” Debra asked kind of sad. If it involved Dale it couldn’t be good.
“You have to spend the night of your birthday with him” Mr. Parker explained.