Amber Collins had never been fucked. She was eighteen years old, redheaded, freckled and cute. She lived in a run-down neighborhood with her mother and chronically unemployed father, who found his solace in cheap whiskey. Amber's mother barely made ends meet on the meager wages she earned as a seamstress in a nearby garment factory.

Life was drab and miserable for the youngster, except for that one month every summer when her mother sent her to Uncle Ned's and Aunt Martha's farm. She always thoroughly enjoyed her annual vacation with them, but she wished her cousin, Mark, wasn't so mean to her. Amber thought her eighteen-year-old cousin was wonderful, but he considered her nothing but a little snot-nosed pest. He never included Amber while playing with his friends and they even threw rocks at her when she tried to follow them.

"Oh, Mark," his mother had often said to him. "Why aren't you nice to poor little Amber? She doesn't have a very pleasant life at home, and it would make her so happy if you'd include her in the games with your friends."

"Heck, Mom," was his usual answer. "She's only eighteen years old, and the guys don't wanta be around a dumb little girl."

"Then why aren't you more pleasant with Amber when you're alone with her?" asked the woman.

"Because she's a pest," was always his answer. "I just don't want a little snot-nosed girl following me around all the time."

Amber thought Mark was one of the neatest guys in the world, and it always made her feel bad that her cousin didn't want anything to do with her. One afternoon, when Mark and his friend walked out toward the barn, Amber asked if she could go with them, but they told her to get lost.

Amber waited on the back porch for about fifteen minutes, and then decided to slip out to the barn to see what the boys were doing.