What choice do you have?

It really isn't a choice. You don't want to be on your own with nothing. You have to trust Daddy and hope he will look after you.

You pull your shirt up over your head and drop it to the floor. As you reach for the waistband of your shorts, you look up and realise that the curtains are still open. Next door you see Fred staring back at you.

Fred has been your next door neighbour for as long as you remember. You used to be friends until the awkward teenage years drove you apart. Fred has had a massive crush on you since your boobs first started to grow in. You never really showed any interest in him as he wasn't really the jock type and never had the guts to ask you out.

Feeling your face go bright red, you wave awkwardly to Fred and pull the curtains closed.

Falling into the bed, you sigh in despair. This has turned out to be a really shitty birthday. First your Dad says he wants to pimp you out, now you flashed half the neighbourhood.

Pulling your shorts down, you throw them to the side and slide under the covers trying hard not to cry.

It doesn't even occur to you to set an alarm.