Beverly was hired as an English teacher on the same fall that I began my sophomore semesters.

She had a good eye and knew how to pick her girls. And I was just made for her needs in every way, professional and personal.

I was no virgin when I started high school. Virgin? That's a laugh!

I lost my cherry to a drunken uncle when I was twelve, and had little titties and practically no hair on my pussy.

Uncle Frank it was, my mother's brother. My whore of a mother was between husbands at the time, but went out on a lot of dates, if you can call them that.

But Uncle Frank was a real good guy. He was unmarried, a regular joe in his middle thirties with a good job down at the factory.

Of course, that was years ago, way before the factory closed down and put Uncle Frank and half the town permanently out of work.

He used to babysit for me a lot. Down in the neighborhood where I lived, girls grow up fast, and so did I.

I knew the score, the facts of life, and then some. I didn't live in a slum, but it was as close to a slum as white trash can get.

Like other little girls I knew, I had played doctor with some of the neighborhood kids, showing them what I had, and checking out theirs.

And when I got my period at twelve, I was ready for it. I was really happy when my flat chest started to bud with little titties.

I couldn't wait to grow up. I was, you could say, precocious.

Real precocious. Uncle Frank knew that. Mom went out a lot. She was no hustler – hell, she was too lazy to get something going but sometimes she turned a few tricks to pay the rent.

She loved men, and she was a real piece of ass, in a kind of blowsy way, so there were always lots of fellows chasing after her.

Uncle Frank babysat for me a lot. I wasn't an only child, but my sister Terry was ten years older than me.