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Barkers Mill near Richmond Virginia.
Darcy Hilton is a very pretty eighteen-year-old blue-eyed redhead, she is five-feet-seven in height, and has a figure to match her looks and lives in Colonial Heights in the south of Richmond. As a favour to her father she agreed to baby-sit for one of his friends who lived in Barkers Mill in the west of Richmond; he had gone on a blind date and said he would be back no later than midnight.
Darcy looked in the mirror at the band-aid over her left eye, then she looked again at the clock on the lounge wall, it was now 1:50am. She had only agreed to sit young Christopher who was five-years-old for four hours, but it had now gone over five an a half. She wouldn’t mind so much if Christopher was a good little boy, but he was a nasty little bastard. Paul, Christophers’ father had put him to bed, but as soon as he had left the house to go on his date the little brat was out of bed and causing mayhem
After putting him back to bed for the fifth time Darcy lost her temper and smacked him lightly on his leg, Christopher then picked up one of his toy cars and hurled it at her hitting her over the left eye. When he saw the blood he cried saying how sorry he was and pleaded with her not to tell his father. Darcy had agreed on the condition that Christopher goes straight to sleep. He pouted and folded his arms but reluctantly agreed to her terms.
Darcy picked up the phone and called her father to let him know she would be late home.
‘High honey, expected you home an hour ago.’ he said.
‘That’s why I’m calling dad, your friend Paul hasn’t shown up yet.’
‘Okay, I’ll ring him now see what the hold up is.’
At that moment Darcy heard a car pull onto the drive. ‘Oh hold on, I think that’s him now.’ she heard the front door open and then close. ‘Yes dad it’s him, I’ll be home in about half an hour.’
‘Drive carefully sweetheart.’ then he hung up.
Paul walked into the lounge and without saying a word flopped himself onto the sofa.
Darcy could tell he had had a few to drink. ‘How’d your blind date go Paul?’ she said standing beside the door.
Paul rubbed his face vigorously with both hands and let out his breath through floppy lips, producing a horse-like noise. ‘Fucking shit!’ he said pulling a Marlboro from its’ pack then lighting it. ‘Wouldn’t even give me a fucking blow-job.’ he then blew a thin stream of smoke into the air.
Darcy was taken aback by Pauls’ candid recollection of his date and decided to put her coat on and leave. She stepped past him and retrieved it from off a dining room chair.
Paul put his cigarette in an ash tray on the floor and leant back on the sofa. ‘Bet you’ve never said no have you Darcy?’ he said undoing his belt. ‘I bet you’d love to suck my cock eh!’
Darcy tried to pass him to get to the front door but Paul grabbed hold of her arm and pulled her to the floor, and then he sat on her lower legs. She was lashing out with her fists hitting him in the face and chest but he ignored her barrage of blows, he undid her jeans and tugged at them pulling them down her thighs. Then he pulled at her panties literally ripping them from her, and then forced his hand between her legs.
