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Subject: {Vickie Morgan} Loss of Innocence (not stroke) (RP-reformat) <*>
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WARNING: This story includes sexually explicit material.
This is NOT a sexy story but it is about sex.
If you are looking for a stroke story don't read this.
Please note any unfamiliar spellings and phrases may be due to
the fact that I am English, not American.
I would like to thank my proof-readers for all their help.
Any and all comments, including constructive criticisms, would
be most appreciated. Please send to artemis55@hotmail.com
This work is copyrighted by the author. You may download and
keep one copy for your personal use as long as my by-line and
e-mail address and this paragraph remain on the copy. Any
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my permission first (but I'll probably say yes). This story
should not, under any circumstances be used to make a profit
by anyone other than the author
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I snapped a tendon in my foot recently so I've been stuck in
the house while it heals. While it's given me more time to
write than usual, when the painkillers run out I produce
stories a lot darker than normal, like this. This isn't a
traditional sex story but it is a story about sex
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Loss of Innocence
My name is Jamie Winters and I live at 6, Oak Avenue. My
house has a green gate and a brown door. I like that. Brown
is my favourite colour. Mum says it's important to remember
that in case I ever get lost. My phone number is 01388
813118. That's harder to remember but Mum told it to me lots
of times. If you tell me things often enough I remember them.
I used to go to Special School but now I'm too old. I have a
job instead. I like my job. I collect the shopping trolleys
from the supermarket car park. I have to be careful not to
hit the parked cars and not to get in the way of the moving
cars. Sometimes I help to carry people's bags. I'm very
strong and I can carry lots of bags. Sometimes they give me
money. I like that. I like the big brown pennies best.
Brown is my favourite colour. I put them in my moneybox and
when I have enough Mum takes me to the bank and I get a brown
twenty pound note. I like that. Brown is my favourite
colour.
With one of my brown twenty pound notes I bought balloons. I
bought lots and lots of balloons. It was hard to hold them
all but I'm very strong. I bought red balloons and blue
balloons and green balloons and yellow balloons and silver
balloons and gold balloons. They didn't have any brown
balloons. I didn't like that. Brown is my favourite colour.
I was playing with the balloons in the park when some boys saw
me. They liked balloons too so we played together. Their
names are John and Peter and Steve. They're my friends now.
John and Peter are six but Steve is seven. Steve can run
fastest but I'm the strongest. I'm very strong.
They showed me their camp. It's a secret place. We had to go
through Peter's garden and climb over the fence and crawl
under the prickly bushes. It's next to the river so there's
no other way to get there. We tied the balloons to the bushes
and when the wind blew they popped. It was fun. When we had
to go home for tea they said I could play with them tomorrow.
They're my friends now. I had a friend at Special School but
he lived far away. I like having friends. We're going to
build a hut. It's a secret though. I can't tell anyone about
the camp.
Mum said it was nice that I had friends. When she gave me
special jam sandwiches she gave me extra to share with my
friends. I love my Mum. She's the best Mum in the world
ever. She says I'm special. That's why I went to Special
School and have special jam sandwiches. My friends were
waiting for me in Peter's garden. We went to the camp and
started building the hut. They all had some wood. I'm going
to ask Mum for some wood for next weekend. We are going to
build the best hut in the world ever. I gave them the special
jam sandwiches and they liked them.
Mum gave me some wood and I used my brown twenty pound note to
buy some nails. John has a hammer. Steve and me hold the
wood and Peter holds the nail and John hits it with the
hammer. We are going to build the best hut in the world ever.
We got all hot so we took our clothes off and jumped in the
river. We had a mud fight. It was fun. We tried to wash all
the mud off but when I got home Mum said I was filthy dirty
and I had to have a bath. I like mud. It's brown. Brown is
my favourite colour. The water in the bath turned brown. I
liked that.
Our hut is looking good. Mum helped me buy a window frame.
We are going to build the best hut in the world ever. I wish
I could show Mum but it's a secret. She understands. I love
my Mum. She's the best Mum in the world ever. We are
building a dam in the river. Steve says it will make it
deeper so we can jump in. We had another mud fight. I like
mud fights. They're fun.
We have nearly finished the hut. It's going to be the best
hut in the world ever. Steve's Dad gave him some paint. It's
brown. I like that. Brown is my favourite colour. Peter
says it will make it harder for people to see the hut. We put
the roof on. It was hard to do. We used our biggest bits of
wood. I held the wood but it was very heavy. It's good I'm
very strong.
Peter is away on holiday so we were going to meet at the hut
instead of in Peter's garden. I was there before John and
Steve but there were people in the hut. There was a boy and a
girl. They had no clothes on and they were rolling on top of
each other. I thought the boy was hurting the girl because
she was moaning a lot. I asked if she was OK and they said
bad words at me. I told them that they were in our secret hut
but the boy just laughed. The girl got cross and said she
couldn't fuck with the moron watching. I think she meant me.
I don't know but I think fuck is a bad word. Lots of people
call me a moron. My Mum says they just don't know that I'm
special.
The boy asked if I had ever seen a girl with no clothes on.
When I said no he laughed. He put my hand on the girl. Her
skin was very soft. He made me squeeze the two mounds on her
chest. He said they were called tits and girls liked having
them squeezed. He said I should always ask a girl if I could
see her tits. The girl didn't seem to like it. She put her
clothes on and left. The boy said I couldn't tell anyone they
had been there, it was a secret. I was glad they went. I
didn't like them.
John and Steve came and we finished painting the hut. I
didn't tell them about the boy and the girl. The boy said it
was a secret. We made the dam bigger. The dam is hard work.
The water keeps knocking the stones down. Our hut is the best
hut in the world ever. It is all brown. Brown is my
favourite colour.
When I was walking home Linda Murray from next-door saw me.
She asked how I was. I remembered what the boy said and asked
if I could see her tits. She got cross. She said I was a
pervert. I asked my Mum what that meant. She asked why Linda
called me that so I told her. Mum said the boy was being mean
and trying to get me into trouble. Mum said that it was a bad
thing to say and I mustn't say it ever again. I don't like
that boy. Mum said it wasn't my fault. I love my Mum. She's
the best Mum in the world ever.
Peter came back from holiday and he gave me a present. It's a
house in a bubble. When I shake the bubble it snows. It is
my favourite thing ever. He gave us all sticks of rock. Mine
was brown. Brown is my favourite colour. The rock was very
nice but we all got sticky and had to jump in the river. I
have the best friends in the world ever.
We were waiting for Steve outside Peter's house when some boys
started being nasty. They called us horrible names and used
bad words. Then one of the boys pushed John and he fell down.
The boy kicked John. I didn't like that. John is my friend.
I picked him up to stop him hurting John. He tried to kick
me. Peter told me to drop him in the big prickly bush. The
boy didn't like that. He shouted lots of bad words at me.
John and Peter laughed a lot. When he got out of the bush he
said he would make me sorry. John said I would put him back
in the bush. He ran away. I didn't like him. John was hurt
but Peter's Mum gave him a plaster.
We went to our secret camp. We worked on the dam. The water
is getting deeper. Steve had a spade. We used it to dig some
of the mud from the bottom of the river. The water nearly
comes to my waist. We take our clothes off so they don't get
muddy and wet. Mum gets cross when I'm muddy.
When I came home from work a policeman was waiting for me. He
took me to the police station. Mum came too. She was
unhappy. I know because she cried. She told me that some
people were being nasty and all I had to do was to tell the
truth. The policeman said it was an informal hearing. They
asked me lots of questions about my friends. They wanted to
know what we did together. I couldn't tell them because the
camp is a secret. They asked if we ever took our clothes off.
I said yes. They looked cross and Mum got cross. They kept
asking questions and didn't like it when I told them it was a
secret. If it is a secret you can't tell anyone. I can't
even tell Mum. I don't know why that made them cross. They
told me to sit outside while they talked to Mum. She brought
me an ice cream. I like ice cream. It was brown and
chocolate. Brown is my favourite colour.
While I was eating my ice cream the nasty boy who hurt John
sat next to me. He was laughing and saying he had told me so.
He said I was going to go to prison. I don't like him. Then
the boy and girl who I saw in the hut saw us. They asked the
nasty boy what was going on. He said he had told the police I
had sexually abused him. I don't know what that meant but
they all laughed. It must be a joke. Then the older boy got
very excited and told the girl to go see the police. He said
that if she said the retard had got her up the duff then she
could get an abortion and they would both be off the hook. I
don't know what that meant either. Some people call me a
retard. Mum says only silly people who don't know I'm special
say that. The girl went into the police station. The nasty
boy knocked my ice cream onto the floor and they both went
away. I don't like them.
Mum came and got me. I told her about my ice cream and she
said she would get me another one later. The police asked me
if I had ever hurt a girl. I said no. I don't hurt people.
They asked if I had ever seen the girl with no clothes on. I
said yes. They asked if I had touched her. I said yes. They
asked what else I had done. I told them it was a secret.
They looked cross and Mum was upset. They made me sit outside
on my own again. Mum came out and we went home. Mum forgot
about my ice cream. She says we have to go back tomorrow. I
hope she will get me an ice cream then.
I didn't go to work today. We went to the police station
again. They put me in a room with a big mirror. I could see
myself so I pulled funny faces. I'm good at funny faces.
Then Mrs Green came in. She was my favourite teacher at
special school. She is very nice. I showed her my best funny
face. She made me sit down and then she talked to me. She
told me all about sex. I didn't like it. It sounds nasty.
She said that's how all babies are made. I don't think that's
how I was made. Maybe that's why I'm special. Mum wouldn't
do something nasty like that. She asked if I had ever tried
to have sex. I said no. She asked lots of times. She asked
what I did when I saw the girl with no clothes on. I told her
it was a secret. She said I must never try to have sex with
anyone without asking Mum first. I don't want to have sex.
It sounds nasty. I asked if she had sex. She said yes. I
don't know why she would want to. I wish she hadn't told me
about sex.
They left me alone again. Then the policeman and Mum came and
talked to me. They said the evidence was inconclusive. They
weren't going to press charges but they didn't think I was
innocent. I don't know what they meant. Then they said I
couldn't play with my friends anymore. I don't like that. I
don't understand. I can't go to work anymore either. I don't
know what I've done wrong. Mum took me home. She talked to
me about sex again. I wish she wouldn't. I don't like it.
She made me promise never to see my friends again. I don't
know why. I'm very unhappy.
Copyright Vickie Morgan, March 1999 artemis55@hotmail.com
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