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Archive name: west1.txt (Mg, ped, inc, nc)
Authors name: Kristen Marie (beachmaninwv@yahoo.com)
Story title : West Virginia's Finest

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West Virginia's Finest
by Kristen Marie (beachmaninwv@yahoo.com)

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I am a 12-year-old girl. Not a virgin, but that wasn't 
my choice! Today I have a choice... for the first time. 
My name is Beth, and this is my story. (Mg, ped, inc, 
nc)

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Okay, first of all, don't judge me by my writing!

I am young ya know! My name is Beth, and I live in a 
tiny town in WV. This is my story, and I hope you can 
connect with it.

At the age of 10, I was aware that I was gifted.

I played ball with boys my age and beat them easily! I 
loved sports, and the boys seemed to accept me as one 
of their own. Around this time I tried out for the 
girls softball team. You had to be 12 to try out, but I 
was encouraged by a local police officer to give it a 
shot.

His name was Steve, and he coached the local squad. I 
made the team and Steve worked with me daily to teach 
me the basic skills I would need to become a better 
ballplayer. I didn't play a lot that first year, but I 
learned. 

Meanwhile, Mom was dating a guy she met in a bar, and I 
didn't like him from the start. The season had just 
ended and I was concentrating on school.

Coach Steve insisted that if we didn't maintain at 
least a "B" average or above, then we couldn't play 
ball. That might seem harsh, but anyone who struggled 
knew that Steve would tutor them if need be. 

So I concentrated on my studies, and tried to avoid 
Mom's new friend. He gave me the creeps.

His breath always smelled of alcohol, and I re-call him 
standing in my doorway late at night staring at me. 
Even if it was warm inside the house, I always slept 
with a sheet over me.

Spring arrived and I couldn't wait to play ball.

My girlfriends began to change, and soon old 
friendships dissolved. I was now 11 and still into 
sports. But my friends were into boys. 

I played my heart out that spring. I started on the 
team as catcher, and did very well. My Mom married her 
friend "Ray" and I did my best to avoid him. 

But after the season ended, I realized that a lot of 
bad things were going on at my house. My Mom and Ray 
fought a lot, and I heard the sounds of him hitting 
her. But Mom always took his side, so I accepted this 
new life style.

Autumn came and I once again hunkered down with my 
studies. Although I hated Ray, I loved Mom more than 
anything. So if he was what she wanted, I would try to 
adjust.

Winter passed slowly, and Mom seemed content with her 
new hubby. I was happy for her, but all I really looked 
forward to was spring and softball.

My body went through some changes, and my breasts went 
from bumps to C cups overnight! Suddenly I had hair 
down there. I guess my new Step Dad noticed my growth 
before I did. 

Steve and I met and worked out a few times before the 
official practices started. I was now officially old 
enough to play on his team.

I was now 12. I had begun having my period. Mom told me 
it was natural, and explained what it meant to me, as a 
young woman. I knew that my body was different, yet I 
had no idea how it affected Ray. But I am about to find 
out!!

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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