This is the truth, and Alfie, well his name is Alfie, and he did run a driving school before he went back to England. May his deeds be repaid to him a thousand fold.

She was not having the best of times. From the time of her first period, she bled, three weeks out of four. She would sit in the bathtub bleeding, watching her blood running down the drain, in the truest sense of the word.

After four years of sitting in the tub, trips to the hospital for Pethadine shots to cope with the pain in her belly, finally a Doctor listened, and ordered an ultra sound. He found massive tumor, actually a womb full of them, and ordered a radical hysterectomy. She was only 19, a virgin, never even had a boyfriend, now she'd lost her chance to have children.

The Doctors took special care to leave her hymen intact, a girl who suffered this much trauma should at least have that, they thought

Some time later she attended her sisters wedding, and danced for hours with a handsome cousin, feeling the first stirrings of romance.

She learned about God, and followed this course for her life.

When she turned 21, and her parents decided to give her some measure of independence, and let her have her driver's license. They called on an old drinking mate of her fathers who ran a driving school. (Her father was a great drinker - he drank their farm into bankruptcy then he drank her mothers cafe away to. Now he was drinking their pensions, and being the average wife bashing violent drunk husband.)

The man's name was Alfie. Unknown to her, he had an axe to grind with her father, he held a grudge from a drunken argument they'd had. Neither one of the men couldn't even remember what the cause was, but Alfie knew he owed the bastard one.

Alfie was a gentle man to her, he took the girl for lessons twice a week, every week for a month. He liked her looks, the innocence of her, and the absolute trust she put in him. He was a friend, and he was helping her to gain her freedom.

He arranged the driving examination, she thought she'd performed well. He took her straight home afterwards, and told her she that she would find out her results the next day.

Alfie rang that evening, and explained that she had virtually passed the test, but had one more minor test to do, she had to do a night driving test. If she passed, she would get her license straight away that same night.

Her mother took the call, she thought it strange that she needed a night driving test, she had never heard of such a thing before. But Alfie was a friend of the family, and he was the driving instructor, he would know about such things.

She sang out to her daughter, to get ready, she had another test to do.

The girl slipped into a pair of jeans, and a t-shirt, baggy enough to hide her small breasts. She always dressed modestly, she'd learned that from her bible lessons, and she lived by them.

An hour later Alfie pulled up at the front of the house and beeped the horn. She ran down the path and got into the open passenger door and closed it gently. She was exited, just a few more minutes and she would have her driver's license.

Instead of driving into town as she had expected, they drove into the country, into a deserted area.

"Where are we going?" she asked.

"Don't worry, I'll look after you, you know what this is about?"

"Yes, it's a driving test, but where are we going?"

Alfie pulled the car up hard, slamming her forward into the seat belt. She looked at him, very worried suddenly, "What's wrong?"

"You know what's up," he said harshly, "Don't play stupid with me." He reached over and roughly grabbed at her small breasts. "I'm going to give you a road test, if you don't put out, you don't get your license."

"What do you mean?" she was worried now, he shouldn't be touching her like this, that was wrong, he had changed, now he wasn't the gentleman he'd been before. "Don't do that, stop touching me!" She was crying now, this was humiliating, shameful.

"You're going to let me do what I want, and then, when I am finished with you, you get your drivers license. If you go home without it, you know your Dad is going to flog you, then he's probably going to flog your Mum too, the drunken bastard."

"This isn't fair, you can't do this to me, I don't want it!"

He was lifting her shirt now, sliding his hand over her bra-encased breasts. He unbuttoned her Jeans with one hand, pulling down her zipper. He slid his hand inside.

"STOP IT!" she screamed, "You're supposed to be my dad's friend, you can't do this!" She pushed his hands away. But as soon as she moved one, the other was groping her again. "I thought you liked me, but you don't, do you!" She struggled with his hands.

He started to kiss her. "You want this, don't fight it," he said in a husky voice. He reached over pulled the release on her seat. It immediately laid back nearly flat with the young girl still struggling in the man's grip.

He unhooked the seat belt, one hand released his belt buckle and then his trousers, pulling them half way to his knees, all the while holding the girl in his iron grip.

Then he grabbed her small hand and placed it on his half hard cock. It's the first time in her life she had ever touched a male organ. She pulled her hand back in shock. "No I don't want this. It's wrong, God doesn't want you to do this!" "BITCH!" He slapped her face. It stung making her gasp. He looked at her; her small breasts now exposed, her bra pulled down, her jeans open, her little girl cotton panties visible, an angry red scar from her operation. He slapped her on the scar. She grunted in pain, a pain that ripped across her gut. "I'll fix you proper if you don't keep still," he growled menacingly.

She stopped struggling, looking at him with fear in her young eyes.

He grabbed the material of her jeans and tugged them down; her panties too as far as her ankles. He grabbed her knees and lifted them, till her ankles hit her buttocks, then he cruelly forced her knees apart. She was helpless, unable to fight this big man. Exposed now, she lost all will to fight, she was crying, her eyes shut tight.

He started to rub his cock again. "Make it hard bitch, make it hard, so I can fuck you real good."

She reached over, fear and revolution written all over her young face and gripped his cock as if it were a snake. She doesn't move her hand, but he gets hard anyway. "OK bitch, now you get it. You know you want it, it's the only way you're gonna get your license." He climbed between her legs and forced himself into her dry vagina.

She cried out in pain and fear as he forced himself in further, deeper. Then a tearing pain, and the familiar smell, of blood, her blood. The big man tried to hump her, but she was too tight, too dry. It hurts him as well. She's not quite crying, not quite screaming, each breath is a high-pitched groan. His cock goes limp, he can't finish, but he did break her hymen, good enough, he thought to himself.

He pulls out, looking down between them. "You little bitch, you bled on my seat covers!" He slaps her again. "Get your clothes on, you're going home."

Sobbing but relieved he is out of her, she pulled her clothes back into place, and curled into a ball on the reclined seat back.

"You tell anyone what happened and I'll do this to your Mother, and your sister, after your Dad flogs you for being a slut." She can't speak all she can do is nod and look at him with big scared eyes.

They arrive at her front door, he passes her a piece of paper, "Here, this is your interim license, your plastic one will come in the mail. You passed everything this morning.

She took the offered paper, and got out of the car and ran inside her house. She ran upstairs, passing her mother and father, and locked herself in the bathroom.

Alfie walks casually up to the front door, greets the family, and her father offers him a beer. They sit down and the two of men have a bit of a talk, about the weather, the footy, and generally shoot the breeze.

Her Mum follows her daughter up to the bathroom, and has the door slammed in her face.

"What's wrong honey? she asked.

"Nothing, nothing, leave me alone."

"You were very rude to Alfie honey, you aught to come down and apologize to him."

"I can't, I'm-- I'm sick, I just can't!"

"OK, but you'll have to when he comes over again."

The next few days passed with her in a state of withdrawn depression, unexplained to her parents. A girl who just achieved her license, passing with flying colours, even the unusual night driving test. She should have been jumping for joy. But was locked in her bedroom, a teary mess.

The days turn into weeks, then months. Finally her parents take her to see doctor after doctor. She has to spend time in a "Home for disturbed people." Her parents have her committed. Slowly she starts to put her life back together, and even begins to drive the car with someone, always with someone else. She goes shopping, to the movies, always with others, in case of ... what, well she never said what, just in case.

Alfie noticed that the girl was getting around again, and he noticed that her father hadn't twigged what had happened. He hadn't had the guts to visit their house after that night, afraid what would happen if he did. Her father was a violent man when provoked.

He came for a visit on pension night, Alfie knew that the womenfolk would be out, all night, their father was too unpredictable when he was drinking. Alfie waited until ten o'clock, to give him time to get properly drunk. He didn't knock, he walked in and found her father drunk on the lounge, staring at the TV.

"Hey!" Alfie sand out.

"Hi, come on in, grab a beer, there should be a few left," is the cheerfully drunk reply.

"Don't mind if I do," Alfie heads for the fridge, grabs a can and cracks it open, "Do you remember that fight we had, a couple years ago, up there at North Hampton?"

"Yeah, sure do, we flogged each other silly, that's when I broke your nose isn't it?" they both laughed. "Why do you bring that up?" he asked Alfie, after a few seconds of thought.

"It ain't no good getting even, if you don't know about it," Alfie said, a false joking tone in his voice.

The girl's father was sitting up now, squinting across the room at Alfie. He is leaning in the doorway, taking a pull at his can of beer, "I screwed your daughter, but you know that don't ya?"

Her father sits up now, "WH-- WHAT?" he bellows. "You Did WHAT to HER?" The full impact of what he'd said filtering through the boozy fog in his head.

"She didn't want it, she kept saying something about god not wanting me to do it and stuff, but I did it to her anyway. Did you know she was a virgin?"

He said all this casually as if stating the weather forecast. "She's got this neat scar across her belly, just at her panty line, and she's got the cutest ginger bush, shame she bled so much. The little bitch made a stain on the car seat. Did you really believe that there was a real night driving test? You're so stupid. You gave her to me mate, and she was a great fuck too," he lied.

Her father stood up, the only thought in his head now was to kill this man, his mate; gentle old Alfie, a man he'd trusted to have in his house with his wife, and daughters, Alfie must die.

He started across the room, then grabbed his chest as a massive pain like a cramp only 100 times worse grabbed his chest, shooting into his left arm. He fell to his knees, holding his chest.

"Too much for you old fella?" Alfie asked. He stood up straight now, and walked toward the stricken man. Alfie lifted him like a baby, and carried him to the master bedroom, laying him gently on the bed.

"You're having a heart attack, I came to flog you, while you were pissed, but this is better, you are going to die. You do know that, don't you?"

"Get ...get help...ambulance...please," her father gasped.

"You know, I'm going to like this, this room, I'm going to do your wife, your daughters, all of them, all here, in your bed." Alfie talked away, describing how he had raped the girl, what he was going to do to his wife, his other daughters, and just before her father gasped his last, he told him why he was doing it. 'You asked for it, and now you got it." Were the last words her father heard.

Alfie left, leaving the door open.

Time goes on, the family coped with the loss of their provider, their father and husband. Her sister's marriages broke up, they got new boyfriends. She despaired of ever meeting anyone for herself. Life trudged on...

Then one day a new face came into her church. She knew him from years before. He liked her, they went out, and in time they were marry.

On their wedding night, terrified she would be found out not to be a virgin, she told her new husband that her hymen was broken by the doctor who had operated on her.

They have a fair life, he loves her dearly, he lives for her. But she is haunted by her lie, and her secret.

Years go by and one day he comes home from work, she is laying on the bed, breathing softly, asleep. Her sleeping pills are on the cabinet next to the bed, a half full glass of water next to them. Laying on the cabinet is an envelope with his name on it.

He opens it, and reads, "My darling, I love you, but my life has been a lie. I can't go on, it's too much for me to bear.

Years ago, a man called Alfie...

He reads the letter, the pieces fall into place, her nightmares her hang-ups, her irrational fears, her awakening screaming, her depression fits, her jealous fits and irrational behaviour. It all fits, a life brutalized, stolen, by the bastard called Alfie.

He drops the letter, grasps her shoulder, and shakes her gently, "Darling, wake up, its OK I love you no matter...." she breathes deeply, her chest rising, she holds the breath, then her chest falls, and she doesn't breathe in again.

Two lives now taken by that pommie bastard Alfie.

The End