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by T.H. Robyn
Description: Paula was a truculent teenager whose step-father decided to teach a lesson to when she reached 18. His plans were brought forward when a friend who was a police officer brought her home drunk and disorderly late one night. As a result Paula was about to learn the lesson of a lifetime.
eBook Publisher: Fiction4All/Fiction4All: Scorcher Books, 2010
eBookwise Release Date: February 2011
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [26 KB]
Reading time: 15-21 min.
Hi, my name is Peter Baron and I want to tell you about Paula who, at the time of this story was a very naughty and truculent teenager. First, though, you need to know that Paula is not actually my child. I only met her mother when Paula was three years old and a few years later her mother, Diane, and I got married. All went well for a number of years but when Paula was fifteen, her Mum sadly died quite suddenly. I'd already formally adopted Paula as my own by then and I guess what happened over the next few years was down to her tragic loss, but there comes a time when you have to take a stand and make someone you love take responsibility for their actions and that is what this story is all about.
After her mother's death, Paula changed from being a happy teenager into one that went off the rails. She had her ipod headphones seemingly glued permanently a hairs breadth from her eardrums, and she always had a mobile phone in her hand as she incessantly sent text messages to her friends. She didn't totally ignore me but she decided very quickly that she didn't need a father-stand-in character to bring her up any more. Her own natural father had disappeared off the scene long before I met Paula's Mum so Paula didn't resent me for that, she was just a teenager determined to do her own thing in life.
Within a year of her Mum leaving us she had appeared no less than three times before the courts on shop-lifting charges. As a result she carried a criminal record with her into adult life. Over the next couple of years things got worse. She truanted from school a lot and because of that she flunked her school exams leaving her, at eighteen with no job and an attitude that I finally had no choice other than to try to resolve. I had spent many a sleepless night wondering what Paula was up to, and on occasions she came in so late it was almost morning. Throughout these three years she totally ignored my pleas for her to at least keep me informed and the two times I tried to ground her she climbed out of her bedroom window and I didn't know she'd gone for a few hours. Although she carried her mobile phone at all times, she never seemed to consider calling me or answering my calls.
Before I continue, Paula had turned into a stunning young woman. She was tall, slim, with long blonde hair that flowed down to her pert, curvy backside. She was sassy and loved to flaunt her body in front of young men whom she delighted to tease and then walk away from them, unless she quickly discovered what they had to offer her young firm body.
The final straw came, so far as I was concerned, a few weeks after her eighteenth birthday. Her birthday had resulted in a celebration where a dozen or more of her friends getting blind drunk and trashing three rooms in the house we lived in. I was not amused at that, but when she was driven home by a police car at two in the morning a few weeks later I decided the time had come to take matters in hand. It was a Friday night and she had been out with a couple of friends. She was drunk and fortunately a police officer I know was the one called to help round up the yobs that were threatening to smash windows in the street. Even more fortunately he recognised Paula and decided to bring her home rather than take her to the station and charge her with being drunk and disorderly. I had, up until that point, wondered just whether the supposed loyalty between fellow Masons actually existed, but that night proved it for sure.
When I saw the state of her I told her to go upstairs and get to bed, promising I would deal with her in the morning. Discovering that Ray was not on duty the next day I invited him round to share in what I had in mind for Paula. I should point out that Ray and I go back a long way, even before our days as Masons, and we have often frequented the same gentleman's clubs which provide for our sexual interests. He agreed that my suggestions were probably something that Paula would respond to -- if she had any sense at all.