She was confused, her mind wandering, as she slipped out of her bed and stood naked in front of the full-length mirror. She looked so young without her pubic hair, she observed as she parted her feet wide and gazed at the fleshy swell of her outer lips. She should never have removed her pubes, she reflected. Recalling the old man’s penis shafting her teenage vagina, she sighed. The images of her debauched acts with two old men were etched in her memory, never to be forgotten. She grabbed a pair of knickers from her drawer and concealed her hairless pussy with the white cotton material. But out of sight wasn’t out of mind. ‘I want to talk to you,’ Hayley said, bursting into the room. ‘I’m dressing,’ Anne complained, folding her arms to cover her young breasts. ‘I don’t care what you’re doing. Rick and I have split up.’ ‘Oh? Why’s that?’ ‘You know damned well why. You’re a slut, Anne.’ ‘Thanks very much.’ ‘I have a new boyfriend, and I want you to keep away from him.’ ‘That was quick,’ Anne said, with a snigger.
