I had just turned eighteen when I met Bingo. He was thirty-two and the local copier salesman. Back then they used to supply paper as well so he called every two or three weeks. He was great to look at, had a hot body and the chat to go with it. All the girls were in love with him... and so was I. And I caught his eye. Why not? I was young and inexperienced and with a cute enough face and great body. Not film star, you kno...