Like most girls of eighteen I was into going out and enjoying myself, not that I did it to excess, but I did enjoy going out, getting chatted up, dancing and so on. Even if I do say it myself I am attractive, but it can’t just be my opinion judging by the number of men panting to get into my knickers, a few have succeeded, but not that many, I’m not easy in any sense of the word. Anyway, as a result of enjoying myself I forgot my little brother’s birthday, a thing I had never done before; my...
