Author's Note: Hello, new and old readers! Yes, I'm still very alive and very well. It's going great for me so far...nah, I'm just kidding. I'm still quite upset for the test results of Math and Science. Not so...satisfying. Anyway, I don't want to bore you with the crisis I'm having right now. It's Jane Asher's birthday today, and I made a photo collage of her, but I'm having trouble uploading it on my Jane Asher tumblr. Oh well ~

Enjoy!

Paul's POV

To Eleanor's request, I took her out on Friday night to watch an adult film. I didn't know what made her want to watch it, but I still took her out.

"Are we allowed to get in?" Eleanor asked, pulling me away.

"Of course, we are," I said. "We're above sixteen."

When I was about to walk, she pulled me again.

"I don't know, Paul," she said. "Don't you have magazines or some sort?"

"Err…" I hesitated. "Is it all right with you?"

"Of course, I'm curious!"

I sighed, and put my hands inside my pockets. "All right, then, let's go to my house," I said. "It's a good thing dad isn't home."

"Where is he?" she asked.

"Doing something with the church, I reckon," I said.

"And what about Mike?"

"In his room. He won't disturb us…I swear."

She tightened her grip on my arm as we went out of the bus a few minutes later.

"Why are you all of a sudden so curious about sex?" I asked.

"Huh?" she glanced at me.

"Why are you curious about sex now?" I asked while chuckling.

She shrugged her shoulders, and looked ahead again. "I dunno," she said. "Ms. Jones told me about it, and all of a sudden I had a dream of you and I doing it."

"What was it like?" I asked.

"From the way Ms. Jones described it," she said. "You were on top of me."

I giggled at her innocence.

I let her go up to my room to wait for me while I closed the door and locked it.

"Hey, Paul, is that you?" Mike asked from the top of the stairs.

"Yeah, it's me," I said.

"Can you go to the kitchen and make me tea?" he asked.

"Go do it yourself, you slacker!" I said as I climbed up the staircase.

He ran passed by me while mumbling something bad about me.

"I heard that, you little bugger!" I said.

I went inside my room, and locked the door behind me. I saw Eleanor sitting on my bed, her legs both crossed, and her coat was laid next to her.

"Where is it, then?" she asked.

"What?"

"The magazines."

"Oh, right."

I opened my drawer, and dug through a pile of clothes until I found the magazine I was looking for.

"You know, you're the first girl I've shown this to," I said, giving her the magazine.

She looked at it, and I sat beside her. She opened it, and the whole page was covered with a commercial of fancy cigars. She flipped the next page, and there was a picture of a naked girl lying on the bed.

"Why on earth is she doing that?" she asked, there was a disgusted look on her face.

"To please men, of course," I laughed.

She flipped through the pages so quickly that I didn't even get the chance to look carefully at all the pictures.

"The pictures are very…kinky," she remarked.

"They've got stories 'ere," I said.

"What kind of stories?" she asked, looking at me.

"Erotic stories." I said. "No pictures, I swear to God."

She flipped through the pages until she found the erotic stories. She raised an eyebrow, and her face turned serious again when she was reading the story.

I watched her facial expressions as she read the story. She would raise an eyebrow, set it back again, her eyes widened, her mouth was wide opened, or just a straight face.

She set the magazine on her laps, and she seemed very startled.

"What on earth have I been reading, Paulie?" she asked.

"An erotic story."

She blinked a few times, and then put the magazine next to her. "I'm going to hell because of this."

"Since when are you so curious about sex, anyway?" I asked, putting her legs on my laps to give her a leg massage.

"Since this morning during Biology class," she said. "Mrs. Perkins told us about sex, and I'm so curious about it. Ramona had done it before, but whenever I would ask her questions about it…she would give me a very complex answer."

"You can ask me a few, if you want to."

She shrugged both of her shoulders, and then looked at me with a serious look on her face.

"Paul…"she began seriously. "Since I told you I won't do it until I'm married, and I think I know those magazines you have don't quite fulfill you…I want to show them to you."

I raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?" I really didn't know what she was talking about.

She took a deep breath, and my eyes widened when her fingers slowly unbuttoned her blouse. I was about to protest, but she hushed me.

"Eleanor, you don't have to—"

"Hush!"

She slid down the sleeves of her blouse, and she was wearing girdle.

"You wear girdle?" I asked.

"Mum told me to." She said.

With trembling hands, she slid down both of the straps of her girdle until both of her breasts were revealed. My mouth opened a bit, and I gasped lightly. I didn't imagine her tits would be that…big. Well, it wasn't very big…it was just fine.

"Eleanor," I chuckled, "you're making me nervous."

I looked at her, and she was biting her lower lip. I slid up the straps as it tightened around her shoulders. I buttoned her blouse, and then planted a kiss on her forehead.

"You didn't have to do that," I said slowly, "but thank you."

She smiled at me.

Eleanor's POV

I had breakfast with my parents the next morning. It was a quiet and peaceful morning, and I wanted no one and nothing to ruin such a nice morning.

"Eleanor," dad began, "we have to tell you something that is very important."

I could tell it was about Oxford.

I looked at both of my parents with a straight face.

"While you were away last night…this young lady with the name Dorothy Rhone came to us and told us about Paul." He said slowly.

I slightly rolled my eyes. "And?"

"She's pregnant, and Paul doesn't want to take care of the baby," he said a little sternly. "We've also heard about Paul making another girl pregnant, and he doesn't want to be responsible for the baby. We're worried about you, young lady, and we know you have a very bright future ahead of you. You are to break up with Paul, and that's that."

"I'm afraid I don't understand."

"You can't be with Paul anymore, Eleanor," mum said softly.

"Why? Because he made a girl pregnant?" I demanded. "That was two years ago, and she had a miscarriage!"

Dad stood up from his chair, and started yelling at me.

"Don't use that tone with us, young lady!" he yelled angrily. "You go and tell him that you are not allowed to see him anymore!"

"Or what?" I demanded, standing up. "Spank me? Lock me in my room? Skip lunch? Burn all my LPs? Those punishments are not going to bloody change my behavior or my mind, father! They are bloody useless!"

He slapped me across my face, and mother gasped and telling my father stop it. I held back my tears while I listened to my father yelling at me.

"I have enough of you, young lady! You've been behaving badly, and I blame that stupid rock and roll music you'd been listening ever since coming 'ere!" he said angrily. "Pack your things and GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!"

I looked at him boldly. "Fine." I said sternly, and then rushed to my room.

I packed my favorite clothes, books, and a couple of LPs in my suitcase while I cried silently. I took all of my money that I'd been saving for a rainy day (which seemed to be today), and I stuffed them inside my handbag.

I wore my hat and coat. I held my bags, and then walked out of my room without looking back at it for ten seconds. I saw mum crying her eyes out when I was about to walk out through the front door that I might not see ever again.

"Eleanor, please don't go!" she begged, sobbing. "I'll talk to your father! Please, don't go!"

I tried not to cry in front of her. I held both of her arms, and tried to comfort her.

"Mother, please don't cry," I said. "Everything will be fine. Maybe not today, but it will be someday. Soon, I hope."

"I need you, darling!" she cried.

I kissed her, and hugged her before I went. "Please, mother…please don't cry for me." I said. "I'll try to telephone."

"But where will you live?" she asked as I opened the door.

I shrugged. "Some place." I said, and walked out. "I love you, mum. I'm sorry."

I ran down the pedestrian, leaving my crying mother and angry father. I couldn't stay at Liverpool anymore. Which meant I was forced to leave school, leave my friends, leave that polluted Liverpool air—and I was forced to leave Paul.

Author's Note: The first part was quite awkward, and the second part of this chapter is quite lame yeah...to me. I'm sorry if it sucks, it's been a long time since I wrote stories and fanfictions because of the stupid exams!

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