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When Dad sits down in the dressing room he looks so silly--the chair istoo small, and he doesn't know what to do with his hands. He has this dumbsmile on his face, like he's waiting for me to do something. I stand overhim looking through the dresses. They're all strapless. I've never had astrapless dress before, and I'm thrilled, but I want to look mature, soI don't show my excitement. Instead I’m going to change my battle cry — we need to change the way we raise boys. I know not all men are handsy-creeps but there are some members of their sex severely letting the team down. Too many men are silent bystanders to sexual harassment which is too often seen as a women’s issue, when it’s clearly a human issue. I was an only child, but my interest in girls and what they wore, particularly under their skirts, had developed unusually early as a result of a particular, erotic experience, but that is another story. It all began when I started at senior school. There was so much sport and hobbies in my life that I had not really bothered very much about girls, except for the usual kissing and snogging, and they had remained a total mystery to me.

Suddenly I almost jumped out of my skin and my heart stopped as the bedroom door opened, and there in the doorway staring at me, was my mother, with my sister Sally peering right behind her! The sight of Ben, stiff with pleasure, bouncing up and down on his toes was something I shall never forget for as long as I live. That wonderful room was to become our hidey-hole of sexy delights and wanking adventures for the rest of our stay at Chamberlains. His guilty eyes confirmed my guess, and his voice trembled when he said, “But someone might come in”. My sister made good her promise to totally ignore me in the future, while my mother reminded me of my sins on a daily basis for many months. In the end, completely fed up with the nagging and bad atmosphere, I went into an Army recruiting office and signed on with the Boys’ Service. My mother readily signed the approval forms, saying that it would make a man out of me!From birth, we are told not to be rude, or bossy, or difficult and above all, not to be a bitch. And it’s this obsession with “being nice” that is getting good girls into bad trouble. He thinks I'm going to move away, but I want to show him that I'm not scaredof anything anymore, so I stand there, and he moves his head closer andcloser, until his lips are on mine, and his tongue is in my mouth. I'vedone this before, with boys, and I want to make sure Dad can tell that Iknow what I'm doing. I move my tongue with his, and wrap my arms aroundhim. I press my breasts against him, and he moans softly . I was having such a good time that when next he came to the guest room, I let him have sex with me. He now thinks he could do that any time he wants but I’ve told him to stop. Now I’m further up the corporate ladder, I’m on a good salary and whenever visions of that groping incident enter my head, I’m able to push them away.

In a January episode of her Women of the Hour podcast, Lena Dunham, 31, was in conversation with author Mary Karr when they discussed this very phenomenon. As the “sweet” and “nice” girl grows up, Karr said, “everything she’s thinking and not saying is going to rush to the front of her face and she will not be able to stop herself.”This exciting adventure was repeated every bedtime. Aunt Frances had a large washing machine and I don’t think she examined my pants before putting them in the wash, which was just as well! All went well for a few days. Then the sky darkened and the rain poured down! Uncle Mike was at his office, of course. Aunt Frances was visiting some friends for the day, and Clare said she would be at the farm attending to her pony until lunchtime. I couldn’t go fishing in that weather, so I said I would stay at home and read the set book from school, which I’d been told to read in the holidays. (It was The War of the Worlds!) Little Miss Prissy interviewed the Pasty Muncher for a blokes view of women’s underwear – she should have known better – Pasty concluded

Yes," he says, staring at my breasts. "You look so innocent."And then he looks up at my eyes, and slowly moves toward me.Usually only executives got to attend so I was really excited about the opportunity and what it might mean for my career. Now, in my late 20s, I’m less of a “good girl” and more of a “nasty woman” becoming more and more incapable of pretending to smile when a man does something slimy. And it seems it might be a right of passage for females approaching a certain age.

So I got my promotion. I got a significant pay rise and, a year later, Sam doesn’t even work at the company any more. Clare said again, “Come on Tom! Don’t worry, I won’t tell mummy, but I might if you don’t let me have a look!” As a teenager I always used to spend about ten days each year with Cousin Clare and her parents. Clare wasn’t actually my cousin, but her mother and my mother were at school together, and it was a convenient way to refer to her. Clare was an only child. For the several years we had stayed at a nearby boys’ boarding school, but it had closed down. I heard that letting it out in the holidays had been an attempt to raise extra funds, but the place was falling apart and all rescues had finally failed. So this new venue was found. Chamberlains is a large school for older girls, and it is situated on the south coast of England. At the time, I think there were about 400 girls in term-time, about half of whom were boarders, so there was ample room for us all to have a whale of a time in one way or another.I used to use my friends mothers and sisters panties and leotards the same way. They were both instructors for jazzercise. Fet so good at 13 &14. As I did not attend a mixed school my experiences were sadly too few and far between. In fact, most of them were during out of school hours – on the farm where my same age friend lived. He had a sister two years older, who would sometimes bring two or three girls home after school to play around. I’m fully aware Creepy Driver Man (CDM) did not murder anyone in this scenario, but he is guilty of sexually harassing a complete stranger and that’s not okay. And I’m not being dramatic when I say that this kind of entitled, predatory attitude towards women escalates to more serious things like rape. A global problem