How I Became A Whore

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My name is Beth, I have met a lot of people on the web and have shared bits and pieces of my past but never until now have I taken the time to tell the entire story. I started keeping a diary when I was very young so between it and my memory, I have been able to capture my past with explicit detail.

Let me start buy giving you a physical description of myself. I am 28 years old and 5'6" tall. I have long wavy (very light) red hair that goes to just above my butt. Some people call me a blonde but my hair has too much red in it to even consider myself a strawberry blonde. My measurements are 34A-20-32 and I weigh 112 pounds. The "A" is really negotiable since I am really in between an "A" and a "B" cup. They may sound small to you but since I am tiny, they are very well proportioned. Men rarely look me in the eyes when they talk to me; they are normally starring at my tits so I have come to the conclusion that they are quite nice.

My butt is also very fit and tight. Men tell me constantly that I have the nicest ass that they have ever seen. I know that they are flattering me but with that many complements I have concluded that I must be very pretty and sexy.

I was very young when men started to notice me. I don't recall for sure when it started but my first diary notations were from the seventh grade when I was twelve (I started school young so I was young for my grade). My tits were just starting to develop and I was warring my first bra. One day I was warring a button down blouse and I noticed that my science teacher was spending a lot of time by my desk. It wasn't long before I realized that he was trying to look down my blouse at my youthful tits. I didn't pay any attention to it and just marked it of to a dirty old man.

The rest of the day, I thought about what he had done and I was surprised that he would even want to look at me since they were so small. I figured that he would want to look at a girl that was fully developed. The more I thought about it, the more intrigued I was. I was quite flattered that he wanted to look at little ol' me. It made me feel good about myself and made me feel very attractive.
The next day I wore a similar shirt but left one more button undone, giving him a better chance of seeing my training bra. It was really exciting for me to sit there and pretend that I didn't know he was steeling looks down my shirt.

I continued in this manner for several weeks and then I went to work on other teachers. I would intentionally bend over at their desk to ask them questions. I wanted to see just how many of my teachers that I could get hooked. I was successful in hooking all of the male teachers including our Principal.

After several months of playing around like this, I got board with my games and decided it was time to turn it up a notch. One day I asked to be excused to the restroom and while in there, I removed my bra. I made sure to give my teacher a good look when I got back and I could tell he was very excited that I had done this. I also think that it was at this point that they knew that I was aware of what they were doing so they got even bolder with their looks.

From this day on for countless mounts, my first stop every morning was the restroom to remove my bra. The boys in my class were starting to notice as well and I had a lot of them checking out my little titties too. It made me feel so beautiful and sexy to have boys and men admiring my body in such a way. My dad (now deceased) was a very controlling and vindictive man so my self-esteem was very low and this attention made me feel very good about myself.

Again, it wasn't long and I was yearning for more attention and excitement so I started warring mini skirts to school. Now the men and the boys were able to get a glimpse of panties every now and then. Before things could progress any further, school let out for summer vacation. I was getting real board with summer since I had no one to show my body to. We lived on acreage in the country and had no close neighbors and I seldom was allowed to go anywhere.

The Perry county fair is always in the first week of August and I was able to talk my dad in to letting me go to the teen dance on the last night. It wasn't easy but after lots of begging and pointing out that I hadn't done anything all summer, he final y agreed. My dad was controlling but I learned that if I started to cry and tell him that he must not love me, he would break. The more I insulted myself, the more he would say yes. What I mean is I would cry and say that he must be ashamed of me since he never wanted anyone to see me. That is how I talked him in to warring mini skirts to school too.

My birthday is on August 16th so I was just about 13 years old at this point. I dressed in a tan halter-top and tight, very short white shorts and cowboy boots. The halter-top had tassels hanging from it and I looked like a hot little cowgirl. My mom gave me a ride to LaMore where the fair was and we made arrangements to meet at 11:00 PM. It was now 6:00 PM so I had five hours to enjoy myself for the first time all summer.

I hung out at the dance and several boys asked me to dance but I wasn't interested in any of them. Finally a great looking cowboy asked me to dance and I accepted. We danced for several songs then went for a walk in the midway. I found out that he was from East High School in Sexton City and that he was 16 years old. He was wild cowboy, which is what I liked back in those days so my heart was fluttering.

We went back to the dance and talked for a while longer. Then a slow song came on and he asked me to dance again. This time he held me close and started kissing my neck and soon my lips. This was my first kiss and the rockets were exploding in my mind. As we continued to kiss, he ran his hands up my bare legs and finally over my tinny butt where he spent a lot of time fondling. He was squeezing and massaging my little butt cheeks and I was starting to breath hard. It is a good thing that the song got over and the band took a break because I was really loosing control with Brad.

During the break, Brad told me that he had some beer in his truck and asked if I wanted to go drink some. I agreed and that is when he told me that he had two friends that were with him. I was not thrilled about the idea but wasn't going to change my mind. The four of us walked to his truck and I had to sit on his friend's lap as we drove. They were a little handsy but this made me feel attractive just like letting guys look down my shirt. All three of them were full of complements and my head was about to explode with pride when we stopped on a dirt road.

We got out and I sat on the tail gait and Brad handed me my first beer. By the time I was done with my second, I was feeling quite the buzz. When I was about half done with my third, Brad took my hand and said that we should go for a walk before I get too drunk. We walked down a path in to a cornfield just out of sight of the other two. Brad stopped and took me in his arms and started kissing me. He started massaging my tits through my halter-top and that sent indescribable thrills through my body. Before I knew what was happening, my halter-top was on the ground and Brad's lips were at my bare nipples. This too was extremely pleasurable and my head was spinning. Then his hands went to my shorts and he started to unbutton them. I stopped him and told him that I wasn't ready to lose my virginity. He did his best to change my mind but I stood fast to my decision.

He then told me that there was something else that I could do which would give us both pleasure but allow me to keep my virginity. I asked him what that was and he asked me if I had ever heard of a blowjob. My face turned red and I was very flattered that Brad was being so persistent. I also found it amusing that he said it would give us both pleasure. I smiled and told him that I didn't think a 13-year old girl should be giving blowjobs. I asked him for my shirt back and he laughed and told me that I had to earn it. I laughed at him and said fine be that way and I started walking back to the truck and the other two boys while still topless. Now keep in mind that it was only about 8:30 so the sun was still out and I was really enjoying showing my naked little tits. The possibility of someone else seeing me was really stimulating me as well.

The two boys were thrilled beyond belief when they saw me emerge from the form field with my nice little tits bare to the sun. I grabbed my beer and sat down to drink it as if nothing was out of the ordinary. I could see that all three of them had a hard time looking me in the eye as I talked to them. Soon we heard a car coming so I asked for my crop top back again and Brad just laughed at me. I hid behind the truck while it passed then asked Brad again for my shirt. He again told me that I would have to earn it.

The third beer was really taking a toll on my judgment and I was really thrilled with the attention that I had received to this point. I didn't want the boys to get mad at me or worse yet, hate me. They were starting to talk to me like I was a little brat and it was hurting my feelings. No longer did I feel like an attractive young girl. I was starting to feel like my dad usually made me fee, worthless and ugly.

I decided to do something about it so I walked to Brad and knelt in front of him. I unbuckled his huge western belt buckle and opened his fly. I pulled his pants down and just stared at his already stiff cock. It was the first one that I had ever seen in its hardened state and I was amazed. I started by cupping his balls with one hand and took his shaft in the other. Brad took me by the head and guided my face to him and I opened my mouth. He slipped the head in and I felt it touch the back of my throat. Chills rushed through my body and I was very excited and turned on. The cock felt as hard as a rock in my mouth but yet at the same time it felt soft and smooth.

It didn't take me long to figure out how he liked to be sucked. The more excited he got the more pressure he put on the back of my head and the faster he pumped his cock in and out of my verging mouth. I was very naive at my young age but I did know that a boy shot cum when he had an orgasm. I was so naive that nothing except for swallowing had even entered my mind. I sensed that my reward would be soon by the way that Brad was breathing. I was right, I soon felt a few small jets of liquid enter my mouth and Brad pumped in to my eager mouth even faster. The taste was strange and hard to describe but I liked it. Soon I felt his cock begin to swell and stretch my mouth. Then he began to flood my mouth with his seed and it was all I could do to keep up with him.

I continued to suck on him even after he stopped shooting, just to make sure that I wasn't leaving any of my reward behind. Then I looked up at Brad and he thanked me and told me how great it felt. The smile on his face made me feel very good inside and I knew that he liked me now. I also realized that Brad had been right; it was pleasurable for both of us. I asked him if I had earned my top and he said sure but that he wasn't quite sure where it was. I stood up and noticed that one of his friends was holding it and he had an enormous smile on his face. I knew that it would do no good to argue or resist so I knelt in front of him and went to work again. Once I was done with him I didn't even ask about my shirt, I just walked over to the last one because I knew what was expected of me. I sucked his the same way and enjoyed his load just as much as I did the other two.

When I was done, Brad tossed me my shirt and said that I had earned it. At this point though I was having too much fun so I just laid it in the bed of the truck and sat on the tailgate. I was so turned on that I was hopping that they would continue to make advances toward me. I was too reserved at this point of my life to make the first move. I wanted so badly to lose my virginity after all that had happened. The acts that I had just preformed had me so wet and horny that I could hardly sit still. I needed some relief but they just stood their drinking beer and talking. Being topless outside with it still being light outside was also a huge turn on to me too. This is where the exhibitionist in me was born.

At about 10:00 it was now dark and time to head back to the Fair. I left my top off for the drive and the boys played with my tits the entire time. In the parking lot, I stepped out of the truck before putting my top back on. I was somewhat scared of being seen but that danger sent an unbelievable thrill through my body. We went back to the dance and I danced with Brad a few times. Then it was time to meet my mom and go home. In bed that night was when I learned to masturbate. It felt good and I had what I believed to be an orgasm. I was satisfied so I went to sleep.

The next morning I thought about the previous night's events and was amazed at how both the exhibitionist and the blowjobs excited me. The way the guys looked at me and talked to me made me feel loved. Now I wanted to do more but I wasn't sure what I wanted. My mom and dad had a wood working business so they went out of town on the weekends quite often. They made a lot of crafty stuff and then took it all to craft shows to sell it. The very next weekend, they had one so my two older sisters and me were home for the weekend alone. I couldn't get my mind off of what had happened and I was still longing for more. I decided to lay out in the sun and I have always complained about tan lines. That was a very convenient excuse to lay out naked. As I explained earlier, we lived on an acreage in the country so I cold lay out with very little risk if being caught but just that small risk was very exhilarating to me.

As I laid there I found myself dreaming of being watched and I got very turned on. Before long I had to go in to masturbate because I couldn't take it any more. I spent the majority of my weekend afternoons laying in the back yard naked. I had to ware my bikini when my dad was home because he never would have allowed me to lay out naked. My mom didn't mind and I did it often while she was home but never when my dad was. Each tanning session ended with a short masturbation.

I also liked hanging out at the Mall in a mini skirt and either a crop top or a button up shirt of some kind. If I wore a button up shirt I was able to control the amount of cleavage that I showed. My first stop at the mall would be the restroom and I would take off me bra and panties and make any other adjustments to my outfit to make it more reveling. I liked hanging out at Yonkers because they had an escalator there. I would ride up and down it several times and watch out of the corner of my eyes as the guys would watch me. Then I would stand along the top rail and put one leg up on it allowing a perfect view up my short skirt.

I also went from store to store bending to look at things in order to make my skirt ride high or for my blouse to sage, both of which showed of my egger young body. I got to the point where I would count the number of guys that I could see checking me out. I tried to beat my record on every trip to the mall and my record was 131 in three hours. These men had to clearly look at me in order for me to count them. This really made me feel attractive knowing that so many men would go out of their way to sneak a peak at me.

Now it was getting to be late September so my nude sunbathing had to come to an end because of cool weather. I was back to school and still allowing the teachers and boys to look down my shirt. I was starting to get a bad reputation so I decided that I better start warring a bra again. This wasn't quite as much fun but I still got plenty of guys to take advantage of my generosity with my cleavage.

I started having female problems during my 8th grade year and my mom had taken me to the doctor several times. It was finally determined that it would be best for me to go on the pill to regulate my period. I was glad in a way because I knew eventually I would become sexually active. Now I was prepared and I didn't have to find a way to get the pills. We could never tell my dad because he would not believe that the doctor suggested it so we kept it between my mom and me.

The school year went on with no major events, I continued to let guys of all ages look down my shirt and I was quite pleased with that game. Finally summer rolled around again and I was able to start my nude sunbathing again when my dad was gone. One Saturday afternoon in the early summer I was home alone so I went to the back yard as usual. I had my radio going and was enjoying my fantasies of getting caught when I heard the back gate slam. As I looked up, I saw the UPS man just round the corner. I sat up and at that point, he saw me. He turned quickly and covered his eyes as he apologized profusely. I got up and walked toward him and said that it was OK. I said that mine was probably not the first naked body that he had seen. I asked him if I could help him with something and he said that he had a package for us. I told him that I loved packages and the bigger the better then I laughed but he didn't seam to get it.

I was hoping that he would make a move on me because I was still too ignorant to know how to make an advancement myself. I was so turned on that I had a hard time concentrating on what to say and do. He turned away and told me that he would leave the package at the door way and I told him that it would be OK to bring it to the back yard so I could sign for it. He left for it and I didn't know what to do with myself while I waited for his return. I just stood there and waited. Once he returned, he set the package down and asked me to sign. I could tell that he was just as nervous as me and he was having trouble keeping eye contact with me. I let my eyes roam his body in an effort to let him know that it was OK to look at mine.

He started to leave and so I had to think quickly. I saw that the package was quite large so I asked him if he would mind taking it in the house for me. I told him that it looked pretty heavy and that no one would be home until late evening. I told him that I was afraid that it might get rained on before someone got home to help me take it in. He picked it up and started for the door and I ran ahead to open it. Once in the house, I asked him to bring it in to the living room. I wanted to get him in the house as far as possible so that maybe he would make a move. He set it down and started to leave so I asked him if he was thirsty. He said he was and I got him a glass of water. When he was done with it, I tried to make some small talk about the weather or something but he apologized and said he had to get on to his deliveries.

As soon as he was gone, I headed to my room to masturbate. I just got started and when all of my excitement left me. The more I though about him just leaving me while I was stark naked and almost throwing myself at him, the more unattractive I felt. With my dad being so controlling, I didn't have much of a self-esteem anyway but now, being turned down like this made me feel ugly. I tried to lay out naked a few more times but it didn't have the same effect. I really lost interest in sex all together and just had a miserable summer after that.

My middle sister was dating a farmer that was 10 years older than her. He lived about a mile away and we had known him forever. I had just had my 14th birthday so it was mid August. It was Saturday and Myron stopped to pick up Denise to help bail hay. He asked me if I wanted to come along and drive the tractor and I had nothing better to do so I did. Myron's brother Dale was there too helping and it was a pretty uneventful day unless you want to count the times that Dale told me I was pretty. Dale was in his early thirties so it made me feel good that this grown man was telling me that I was cute and sexy. At the end of the day, the guys were putting the last of the bails in the barn when Dale told Myron to take Denise and go in to town and buy supper for all of us. It was about 45 minutes round trip for them to get food so I just sat on the hay stack as Dale finished stacking the last few bails.

When the last one was in place, he picked up a handful of loose hay and threw it at me. I retaliated in the same manner and soon we were both covered in hay. He stopped throwing it and so did I. Then he started picking the hay out of my hair then off of my shirt. There was one strand of hay sticking out of the mussel shirt that I was warring and he pulled it out. Then he asked if there were more down there and I said that their cool be. He grabbed the front of my shirt, pulled it out and looked down. He said that he thought he saw one down there so he reached his had down and felt around my tits squeezing them through my bra. The feelings from the night at the Fair were coming back stronger than ever and I was starting to feel sexy and attractive again. He told me that he was having a hard time finding the hay and he reached for the bottom of my mussel shirt and raised it up over my head and off. He then reached around and unhooked my bra and let it fall to the hay.

He went right to work squeezing and licking my tits. It wasn't long and he went to work removing my cut of jeans and panties. Then he took his cloths off and laid me on my back in the hay and positioned his stiff cock at the entrance to my virgin pussy. My head was spinning with fear and excitement. I couldn't believe that this man that was more than twice my age was about to take my virginity. He pushed his cock in to my pussy just a little before he met my natural resistance. He continued with hard steady pressure but wasn't really gaining ground so he started backing up and taking a run at it. It wasn't long and he lost patience and just reared back and shoved in hard. I cried in pain as he hit bottom and begged him to just wait for a minute. He paused for several seconds then pulled out and re-entered me. It wasn't long and he was fucking my little body so hard that he was pushing me along the haystack a little. He was crawling along to keep up with me until my head rested against a bail and stop me from sliding.

The entire time that he was on me, it hurt to an extent but the pain lessened as he fucked and I was real excited to finally know what it is like. I have no idea how long he lasted but when he finally came deep in my womb, I had a great rush of positive energy, which I thought was an orgasm. I momentarily though back to my masturbations and felt silly for thinking that those were orgasms. Now I had felt the real thing, so I thought. As we got dressed, I realized that this man had just taken my virginity and had never even kissed me. This experience with Dale renewed my desire to show off my body and I started to sunbath nude again. He made me feel good about myself again and I felt attractive and sexy.

Since I was too young to drive, I would ride my bike in to town almost daily. Now since I was feeling sexy again, I stared warring very short cutoffs and crop tops when I rode to town. I normally had to ware a bra since my dad was around but I always stopped just over the first hill, took it off and hid it in the ditch. I would then proceed on my bike trip bare-chested under the very short crop top. If I leaned down far enough, I knew that anyone behind me would be able to see my bare tits.

One day on my way back from town I herd a pickup behind me following close. I looked back and saw a guy most likely in his mid 20's driving. I smiled at him and he stayed behind me so I made sure to bend over far enough so he could see my tits under my crop top. He honked his horn and I turned to smile at him again. He started to pass me but I motioned for him to stay behind me and I rode for another a few minutes then pulled my bike to the side of the road. I stopped on top of a large cement culvert that went under the road. I knew that there was a lot of room in this culvert because I used to play in it as a kid.

The guy pulled over and I went to his window and introduced myself. I told him to follow me and I walked down in to the culvert and knelt in front of him. I worked his pants down to his ankles and took his cock in to my mouth. As I sucked him off, I could hear the traffic passing over us and it was tremendously thrilling. When he came for me I savored every drop of his cum, then I said goodbye and left him standing there with his pants down. I took off for home and in a few minutes I heard his tuck gaining on me. I bent over on my bike again showing my tits as he passed and he sped by me giving me a honk of appreciation.

I started buying more mini skirts and crop tops and all kinds of sexy cloths. When my dad first laid eyes on these cloths, he put his foot down and said that I would never leave the house dressed like that. I had a hard time regarding this topic before and knew just what to do. I started to cry and said that he didn't think that I was pretty. He said that I was the prettiest girl in the world but I still cried harder. I said that he couldn't believe that if he wouldn't let me ware these cloths. He explained that I was petty but only bad girls wore cloths like that. With this comment I cried harder still and said that I couldn't believe that he though I was a bag girl. This went on for about an hour before I had him so confused that he was telling me that I could ware anything that I wanted if it made me feel as pretty as I was. As controlling as my dad was, I knew how to get to him.

It was now time for school to start again; I was a freshman in high school and I went out for cheerleading and made the junior varsity squad. When we went to the away games, I used the half times to get to know boys from other towns. Since I was still only 14 years old and had no means of transportation, I knew that I need plenty of them on stand by to give me rides. I started asking different ones to take me out on the weekends. I made sure to let them know up front that it was not a date, just as friends. I made it a habit to give them a blowjob as they drove from my house to where we were going. Then I would give the one that gave me a ride home one also. This made them much more eager to give me another ride in the future.

I tried to keep my nose as clean as possible around my own school because I didn't want a bad reputation. Kids could make your life hell if they wanted to. After games, I would have a boy from another school pick me up and take me back to his town. I would always go to the restroom first and remove my panties and bra. This made it easy to let guys see my pussy and the V-Neck sweaters even made it possible for me to show off my tits some. I partied in most of the surrounding towns giving lots of blowjobs every night I was out. I liked the way the boys would treat me when I treated them nice. I would be the center of attention with the boys but the girls all hated me. I didn't care how the girls felt but really loved being the center of attention.

I was more inclined to give blowjobs for several reasons. First of all they didn't take nearly as long as fucking and I could please more guys in a shorter amount of time. Also, sex felt good to me but the orgasms were only that, good. Lastly, if I stayed unsatisfied but excited all night (or even all week) by giving blowjobs, the orgasm was better once I finally had sex with someone.

I built in to a routine that I would give as many blow jobs through the week but rarely had sex until the weekends. With my parents out of town almost every weekend, it allowed me to have my fun. I always dressed in mini skirts and a sexy top of some kind. I never wore a bra or panties when I went with a boy from another town. I some times wore thigh high stocking and some times 3" spiked heals among other sexy extras. As always, I would give the guy driving a blowjob on the way to where ever we were going, then give several while there and finally I would find someone able to spend the night. Then we would go to my house and fuck in my bed and in the mornings, I normally awoke them with a blowjob. I did this routine on both Friday and Saturday nights.

As I mentioned earlier, I tried to keep most of my activities out of town so that I wouldn't get a bad reputation. As my high school years progressed, so did the sexual behaviors of me as well as my classmates. By the time I was a junior the vast majority of my class had lost their virginity. The ones that hadn't were ugly and/or weird. This made it possible to get a little more aggressive in my hometown as well. There were several guys in my school that I really wanted and by now I was not afraid to be the aggressor.

I was now a varsity cheerleader so the games were on Friday nights. I picked my first target and started flirting with him well before our first home game. The week of the game, I asked him to meet me after the game at the shelter house that is next to the football field. He agreed so after the game I went to the restroom to remove my panties and bra. He was sitting on a picnic table when I showed up and we sat and talked as the people left the field.

Once we were alone I moved him to sit on the bench and I sat on top of the table facing him. We sat and talked for a while with his arms around my waist and my legs around his chest. My skirt was hiked up most of the way but wasn't quite barring me to him so I had to do something. I laid back on the table looking him in the eyes as I raised my cheerleading skirt to expose my moist pussy to him. His moth dropped open in surprise then changed to a grin and finally a devilish smile. I sat back up and leaned down to kiss him then broke the kiss and grabbed the lower hem of my cheerleading top and pulled it over my head dropping it down beside me.

I pulled his head in to my chest and let him feast on my throbbing tits. Then I stood him up and took his pants to his knees. I moved to sit on the end of the picnic table and he came around and stood as he entered me. After he came inside of me, I sat there topless as we talked about the game for a while.

Our football games normally alternated from week to week. One game would be at home and the next one away. This gave me two weeks to dump the guy that I had just fucked and get the next one ready. It wasn't hard for me to dump guys, I just explained that I liked them and enjoyed the time that I spent with them but that I just wanted to be friends. I always told them that if circumstances were ever right again, we could possible have another very fun night.

I normally spent the away games with a guy in the town that we played giving me the freedom to be a total slut with little worries of my classmates finding out. I could suck off a lot of the guys and fuck one or two of them too. It was a real turn on for them to have a cheerleader of their opposing team and they were easy to line up one after the other.

I went to work right away on my next hometown target and set up another meeting at the shelter house. Just like the last time, I visited the restroom first and met him warring only my cheerleading uniform and nothing under it. We sat and talked again as the people cleared out and finally the lights were turned off and the last people left. I got up and started walking then turned to him a motioned for him to follow as I gave him an evil smile.

We walked to the middle of the field and I asked if I could do a cheer for him. I walked several yards away form him and did a short cheer as he just stood and watched wondering what I was up to. I then took a few steps toward him and did a hand stand. My back was to him so my bare little ass was staring at him there in the moonlight. I spread my legs out flat giving him a perfect view of my naked pussy. Then I closed my legs, stood back up and asked if he liked my cheer. He told me that I could cheer for him anytime and then it started to rain. It came down lightly at first but in less than a minute it was raining rather hard.

I stood on the 50-yard line and took my cheerleading top off and took him in my arms and we kissed. We were soaked in no time and I pushed his head down and let him lap the water from my tits. Then I took his trench coat off and laid it on the grass and got down on it on my hands and knees. I told him to jump on and he pulled his pants down and fucked me doggie style. When he was finished, he got dressed but I took my skirt off and walked to the stands. I sat there in the bleachers naked as we talked in the rain for about an hour. I told him how exciting I thought it was to be naked out in public. During this conversation I told him that we weren't dating that I had just wanted him and that if he didn't push me, we just might do something like this again. I really meant that when I said it to every guy and sometimes I did have another round with him and other times it just didn't work out.

Two weeks later I was meeting my third hometown target at the shelter house. This time I didn't wait for the crowds to leave. I asked him to go for a walk with me. I lead him across the street to the grain elevators. I had heard some of the kids saying that they had climbed them and I thought it would be a blast. I asked him if he had ever been on top of them and he said that he had. I asked him if he wanted to climb to the top with me and he said yes. Then I smiled at him wickedly and asked him if he wanted me to go first.

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