"Sure Mr. Creighton," she answered immediately pleased to be singled out to help the teacher.

"I'll give you a ride home afterwards," he offered as he handed her a couple of nets to fold…

Janice climbed into the car beside him, pulling her school uniform down over her knees. She shuffled her school books on her lap and then as the car shot off, racing around the corner of the Craven driveway, she turned to look at Mr. Creighton. A little thrill of excitement went through her; he was so gorgeous… just like one of those Olympic athletes she had watched on television. He wasn't like a regular teacher at all. And there was a certain expression on his handsome face… the way his lips turned up at the corners when he looked directly at her, the gleam in his heavy-lidded eyes as he glanced her way… that sent little chills marching up and down her spine.

She wasn't allowed to date. Her father was very strict and she was only thirteen but she pretended that that was what this was… a date with Mr. Creighton. Sometimes she'd dream of dating a man like Mr. Creighton, someone who was sophisticated, who'd been around alot. Oh, even through it was only a ride home, it was thrilling.

Reverend Corman had instilled in his daughter the importance of retaining her virginity for the man she married and this was somewhat of a conflict for the beautiful young thirteen year old. There had been times, lying in bed at night, before she'd drifted off to sleep, when she had wondered what it would be like to be with a boy that way. She had even imagined herself letting a boy do the things to her that some of the other girls let them do, like taking her clothes off, and then running their hands up and down her smooth, young body, making it tingle with delight. Or letting them cup her soft, resilient breasts in their strong hands, even teasing and tweaking the nipples until they stood upright in taut, quivering buds.