Lost Innocence

She stood in front of him, trembling innocently.  She would not look at him. Instead, she looked at her own feet.  She could see her cheerleading sweater and the matching skirt only going halfway down her thighs.  Her feet were encased in saddle shoes and bobby socks.  She twisted her innocent fingers in front of her.  What was she going to do? What choice did she have?  The pictures were damning.  She felt the pressure of her reputation.  And her parents!  If her father saw those pictures...

            She looked up at him, tears pouring down her innocent cheeks.  "What do you want?" He had her.  He knew he would.  He smiled his satisfaction.  "For starters, you're going to kiss my love stick," he told her bluntly. "Here? Now?" she asked him incredulously.

 They were underneath the bleachers.  The rest of the squad would be wondering where she was. Halftime was about ten minutes away. "Here.  Now.  You better hurry, unless you want your friends to watch."     She quickly dropped to her knees….and..