Caravanserai
I didn't really notice the drive through the hills and fields, I couldn't have told anyone the route or the place where we turned off the road, and went up a kind of farm track, but when George turned into the Park, I was bowled over. There were five Gipsy Caravans, each painted in different colours, bright Pinks and Blues and Greens and Reds and Yellows, it was like a Rainbow – so beautiful and pretty and gorgeous. “This is yours,” said George, stopping the car beside a Pink one, with lots of
 
carving and patterns and looking just like something out of a story-book, He helped me out and we walked round it, him pointing at the windows, with their shutters, the wheels, all the details that I couldn't hold in my head, because I was so delighted and squealing and clapping my hands and jumping and grabbing hold of him, so overcome with pleasure. It was the most wonderful gift that anyone had ever given me and I was awash with love for this kind, generous, loving man – the polar opposite of my own Father and I so wanted to hold him tight and never let him go.
     He helped me climb up and into it and the inside was even better than the outside. Every inch of space was made use of. There was a little kitchen, and a sitting room and at the back a bedroom, well,
 
a bed built into the space, cupboards all over the walls and little drawers, a pull down table – ever since that, my first time ever in any kind of caravan, I have always loved the way space is used and created in them, so much creative thinking goes into packing so much into so little. We sat down, and George showed me how the stove worked, he filled the little kettle, explaining that water was piped from the utility block, where there were showers and toilets; gas came from a big iron bottle underneath the Van; and electricity also came from the block and there was a socket underneath that we were plugged into. “It's a traditional caravan,” he explained, “but with modern conveniences that we put in specially, so that our friends can enjoy all the benefits of home. But, the biggest benefit is that when we're here, we won't be disturbed.” And I began to blush as I remembered what the other girls at school had told me. I wondered what George would do to me. What he would want me to do for him. If he would be pleased or disappointed with me. I so wanted to show my gratitude, but I was also a bit scared – I seemed to have reached a point from which there could be no going back. I took his hand and whispered: “I am yours, George, I want to please you.” And he smiled and said that me, just being here and knowing that this was my place, a safe place for me to be, away from all my troubles and worries, and I should think of it as my secret, private place. And I relaxed.
      And his rape of thirteen-year-old Teri was gentle and slow, beginning with him helping me undress and lying me on the bed, while he undressed more quickly and came to lie beside me. He told me that he knew this would be my first time and he wanted it to be something that I would always remember with pleasure. And he began by kissing me, on the lips, then his tongue in my mouth, and his hands began their independent exploration of my body. Now, I wasn't one of those young girls with a mature and rounded body – I barely had any breasts yet, I had grown in height which had made me feel lanky and bony. So I had no way of knowing whether my body would please him. But the exploration of it certainly did. I could feel his penis growing beside me and I wondered if I should be doing anything, other than just lie passively while he did what he wanted. I took a decision, reached for and took hold of his penis. It felt large and meaty and strong and I thought of what I had been told and felt panic in my belly. It's too big! It won't go in! It'll tear me apart!
 
     It wasn't, it did, and it didn't.
     But before that, George liked me holding 'Big George' and showed me how to rub it with my hand, moving up and down. He said there were other things I could learn to do with it, but today he wanted to make me his 'Bride', and if I looked puzzled, he said that in the eyes of God, he and Sandra were no longer living as Man and Wife, so it was good for me to be his Bride, in the eyes of God. Now, I didn't believe in God – even at 13 – but I did believe in George and I said that I would love nothing better than to be his Bride. He explained that in the eyes of The Law I was still too young for Marriage, but Natural Law recognised the true love between two people, a Man and a Woman, and Natural Law was the Law that God had given to Humanity. And as usual, when he spoke to me, always in that gentle voice, I felt Blessed in some way. That I owed so much to George and he could do whatever he wanted with me, and he used some jelly from a tube he had and worked it around my vagina and gently inside, and then he knelt between my legs, spread them and put them round his waist, and brought 'Big George' to me, slowly easing it into me and as it slowly slid deeper, he lowered himself on top of me and started kissing me again. He was Bloody Heavy! It felt like I was being pressed into the mattress and when he began making rhythmic movements, pushing 'Big George' deeper, and filling my mouth with his tongue, I felt panic rising and tried to wriggle out, but
 
he took hold of my wrists, used his arms to prop himself up so that he was looking down on me. “Is that better, Teri? I know I'm a bit overweight and you are quite small, and I don't want to suffocate you.” It was better, and his slowly rhythmic pushing was quite pleasant and I told myself not to be so selfish and ungrateful, what was a few minutes of this, compared to everything that George had given me? In truth, it didn't last very long. He got quite breathless, kind of went into a rigid spasm, his face red and his eyes staring, and I could feel 'Big George' kind of pulsing inside me, and it was over. George collapsed beside me, His cock flopped out, wet and sticky and it was when I looked down that I saw the blood! I screamed and George sat up – he saw it and soothed me: “It's okay Teri, it's normal on the first time, quite natural, I'll get some water and a cloth and clean you up,” and he did. He could be so kind and caring and gentle, and was in many ways the sweetest of men – not that I knew very many: a couple of Dad's friends, and some of my school pals' dads. But I told myself that George loved me and I loved George and I had said that I would do anything for him and if this was what he wanted, I should consider myself a very lucky girl indeed.
     But things change.