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237and shops in the high street.Stephanie had two older brothers, one aged eighteen, and the other twenty-three. The older one was stuck in the fashions of the fifties and the younger one had grown his hair long like the Beatles; a band that had risen to fame with a chart topping single in May of the year before.She would liked to have said she loved them but she didn%u2019t. They teased her too much and if there is one thing Stephanie could not stand, it was being teased or being the brunt of a joke.Stephanie had had a few boyfriends but never a long-standing one. She had let one or two %u2018finger-her%u2019, as the lads called it, and %u2018feel-hertits%u2019 but had not yet had penetrative sex. Effectively, she was a virgin. It was Saturday and she was looking around Tooting Broadway at the fashion shops there with one of her friends. The most up-to-date shops were featuring mini-skirts which were really risqu%u00e9 and modern. It would take a huge slice out of her wages but she intended to buy one.Her friend, Jackie, said she couldn%u2019t. She said her mum and dad would kill her if she went out wearing one of them.%u201cI%u2019ll wear it at the flicks tonight. We should easily get in to the horror film, The Evil of Frankenstein.%u201dNo one really checked their ages; lipstick and makeup, and they%u2019d been getting into adult-rated films since they were fourteen. All the local lads would be there.They go from looking in the shop window into the shop itself. %u201cWhat%u2019s the shortest mini-skirt you have?%u201d Stephanie asked the girl serving. %u201cThe type I have on,%u201d the assistant replied.Stephanie looked down at the skirt which barely covered her crotch. %u201cWow! Now that%u2019s what I call mini. Do you wear it when you go out?%u201dThe Girl Who Cried Rape