Young Girl, Get outa my Mind
Later that day, when Jimmy was doing his Press-Ups with his cock inside me, and we were listening to Radio 1 – which was the only station Jimmy ever listened too, cos it was the one he worked for -and as usual Jimmy was keeping in time to whatever was playing, always keeping up his chatter about the DJ, the music, the ban, their producer or label, and he seemed to know everything about everybody, he suddenly stiffened and his cock was like a broom-handle up my See You Next Tuesday, and his face had turned red and his eyes staring, from what I could see, looking up his nose, and I got a fright, in case he was having a heart attack or a stroke or something, cos I couldn't move with him on top of me and holding may arms out by my wrists, and he began to rant about the record playing, it was one that I liked though I'd never really thought about the words, all I listened to records for was to dance to them, the words didn't mean anything to me, but they did to Jimmy, and he was spluttering and spittle fell on my face and he wasaying: “That cunt Gary Fuckit and the Fucking Union Crap! I've told them not to play it! It's a load of shit! Fucking Bastards! What do they know?” and he went on and on and I wondered what it was all about and in my memory I found the record and filtered out the music so I could only hear the voice singing:
“Young girl, get out of my mind
My love for you is way out of line
Better run, girl
You're much too young, girl
With all the charms of a woman
You've kept the secret of your youth
You led me to believe
You're old enough
To give me Love
And now it hurts to know the truth
Whaoo-oh-oh
Young girl, get out of my mind
My love for you is way out of line
Better run, girl
You're much too young, girl
Beneath your perfume and make-up
You're just a baby in disguise
And though you know
That it's wrong to be
Alone with me
That come on look is in your eyes
Whaoo-oh-oh
Young girl, get out of my mind
My love for you is way out of line
Better run, girl
You're much too young, girl
So hurry home to your Mama
I'm sure she wonders where you are
Get out of here
Before I have the time
To change my mind
'Cause I'm afraid we'll go too far
Whaoo-oh-oh
Young girl, get out of my mind
My love for you is way out of line
Better run, girl
You're much too young, girl
Young girl, get out of my mind
My love for you is way out of line
Better run, girl
You're much too young, girl,”
and that set me thinking, wondering, was I too young for Jimmy, for Martin, for George Gill and the others? And I cam back to the present and Jimmy was shagging me harder than ever before and it was'nt in time to the music any more, it was in time to his rant:
“Fucking Cunts! Fucking Bastards! Fucking Idiots! They don't know! They can't Fuck! It's all Shite! She's! Not! Too! Young! She's! Mine! And! No! Fuck! Ing! Cunt's! Gonna! Tell! Me! I! Can't! Shag! Who! I! Want!!!” and, of course it went on long after that cos he was really worked up and I lost track of the time until he finally came inside me like a fireman's hose squirting out shed's loads of his
spermy spunk so that when he withdrew and rolled onto his back beside me I could feel it dripping out of me, but he put and arm under my head, round my neck and pulled me close to him and turned to face me and I was just looking at him and thinking that he was older thn=an my Dad, when he said: “Teri, you are the most beautiful girl I've ever had and you've got the best little cunt I've ever been in and no-one, and I repeat no-one, is ever gonna tell me you are too young! Do hear that? No-one is gonna stop us having the time of our lives and he grinned at me and I smiled back and he kissed me on the mouth then got up and lit a cigar for himself and gave me a ciggie and he poured us each a long vodka and he said: “Winston Churchill once said, 'a woman is just a woman, but a good cigar is a Smoke!' but he got it wrong: he should have said 'a woman is just a woman, and a good cigar is a smoke, but a Young Girl is a Shagger!@ and he started to laugh but it turned into a fit of coughing so I brought him a glass of water and he gulped it down. And after that he rseumed his usual chatter and everything was back to normal – or so it seemed!