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Johnny Parker was really a handsome kid. When he was young he knew it. He saw it in the women's eyes, in their smiles and their attitude. With his mother and his grandmother then with the neighbors as well as his aunts and cousins. It was one of them who deflowered him. He was fourteen, she was thirty-two. She was his older brother's wife. They had two children aged ten and six. His uncle drank a lot, a lot, too much. He abandoned his companion who was still young and beautiful at that time. He was becoming a handsome teenager, it was summer, it was hot. His parents had gone shopping. Her aunt had decided to come and spend the afternoon with her two cousins. He played with them and enjoyed their inexperience. She had called from afar to come help him, a hoarse, plaintive, surprisingly tense voice. Nevertheless, he had gone home, leaving the children to play under the old tree. At the time, he hadn't noticed the tone of his voice. She was not on the first floor of the house. A noise indicated that she was up there..
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