Teenage Tearaway Tamed (Part Two)
By Kirsty Jane Stevens
Samantha was introduced as Jill's niece, and the Joneses spoke kindly to her. Jill noticed that Trevor seemed intrigued by Samantha and that she seemed flattered by the attention.
Trevor had always been a ladies' man and it was only down to Janice's great love and forebearance that they were still married. Samantha was now being swept off her feet by his glib talk, sharp humour, flashing eyes and handsome looks. Samantha was not experienced enough to know that Trevor's talk and comments were the opening moves of seduction.
After the meal, the lights went down and soft music began to play, so Trevor wheeled Samantha onto the dance floor. Janice looked at Jill questioningly.
"If you'll excuse me, when this dance is over I'll take my niece for a quiet word" said Jill. Janice only nodded.
"The problem is, she has never met men like Trevor and thinks it's all just innocent fun. She's only sixteen and has so much to learn."
Jill carried on making excuses in embarrassment as she watched the goings on on the dance floor. When the dance was over, Jill grabbed Samantha's arm. "Talk time." she whispered angrily.
They walked into the ladies and Jill was glad it was empty. She turned round to face Samantha and slapped her around the face.
"Listen to me young lady. I know this is a big night for you. Perhaps it's the wine, perhaps it's everything, but you are flirting with Trevor, whether you realise it or not. I know you're flattered by his attention and you're responding because you want to see how far you can keep up the pretence, but Trevor isn't playing. He's my agent and I know him. In the next ten minutes he'll start groping, then we'll both be in trouble. Promise me it stops now or we go home."
Samantha looked down at her shoes sulkily. "I'm sorry, it stops now."
Steve's four weeks of being a girl were now at an end, and Jill and Samantha faced each other in Jill's living room.
"So, what happens now?" asked Jill.
"How do things stand with you?" asked Samantha, playing with her bracelet, not wanting to commit herself.
"For Steve there is a place at college doing mechanics and I think we could wangle enough money out of the social services to cover a bedsit. How long, though, would it be before Steve was in trouble again?"
Samantha only shrugged, still confused.
"For Samantha there would be a place here as long as she wanted it" Jill continued. "I'd like her to do a secretarial course at college, and as I know the instructor there'd be no embarrassment."
Samantha looked down at her feet. "What would we tell Griffin, my social worker, if I stayed with you?"
"The truth." replied Jill.
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