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"Melody Smith" I responded boldly and confidently, "And I'm not a tart!

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The other girls around me were ordered by a gesture to leave a full clear view of me. "Well, Smith" the head-girl continued menacingly, "You will report to the prefects' quarters at 18.00 hours sharp today. "Don't be late." I could never explain the way this hit my mind, let alone my body between my lovely legs.She smiled at me and her pretty face lit up like all heaven. Then, suddenly she stopped talking and a general silence fell over the throng. With misplaced arrogance, I told myself I was frightened of nobody.As the head-girl and her ten prefects marched in, I stood tall, my five-foot eight inches putting me boldly above the heads of at least the younger girls in the room.When I had just turned sixteen, I was what British newspapers now call "a stunna".Five-feet eight inches tall, with long, long, legs and long slim arms.Though I never tired of being told how pretty I had become, I was embarrassed by the way grown men I had known since childhood would now treat me like a goddess.

Somehow I instinctively knew though, that this was not something to take overmuch advantage of, and I found great pleasure in being reportedly known as "a nice girl".

I was, of course, extremely curious as to what they could be talking about.

I asked to have Josephine and Marion pointed out to me. Jo was a truly lovely looking eighteen-year-old young woman, a brunette with an hourglass figure.

Synopsis: Interviewed in "Confessions Confidential" on TV last year, the stunningly lovely Melody Smith made veiled reference to events that happened to her when, as a teenager, she transferred to the girls only St Catherines Academy in Scotland to finish her schooling. Melody Smith's Schooldays by Eve Adorer Chapter 1 - My New School If we are only beautiful when we are young, when I was young I was, believe me I was, extremely beautiful. But what you want to hear about, what everybody wants to hear about since my famous, or should that now be infamous, television interview, is the full-uncensored truth of what happened in my final school days.

My face is everywhere and pictures of my face and body, clothed and not, challenge all young women to a competition with me they have absolutely no chance of winning.

What happened to an innocent virgin sixteen-year-old new to the ways of what in England are called public schools because, of course, they offer only private fee paying education.