‘All right, treacle? You look nice,’ Vinny said, pecking Bonnie on the cheek. He never picked her up from home as he had no interest in being introduced to her parents. He always arranged to meet her outside the snooker hall instead.

Bonnie stood on tiptoes and wrapped her arms around Vinny’s neck. She felt like the luckiest girl in the world this week. Her friends had all been so excited to hear about her going round Vinny’s for dinner and meeting his family. They’d insisted he must be really serious about her.

‘I thought we’d do something special tonight, girl. I booked a nice restaurant to take you for a meal.’

Bonnie felt like the cat that had got the cream. She’d been so worried that Vinny had been going off her recently, but her mum had been right all along. On the odd occasion he’d taken her out of an evening, Vinny had only ever taken her to pubs outside the area. So a meal was very special. A turning point in their relationship.

‘Right, we’re heading to Whitechapel station and jumping on the rattler.’

Bonnie beamed. Was he going to propose to her? she wondered.

‘Thanks for a lovely evening, Vinny. That is the nicest restaurant I have ever been to. My chicken was out of this world. I do feel a bit tiddly though. I’m not used to drinking that much,’ giggled Bonnie.

Good, Vinny thought. If she was sloshed she should drop her drawers easily. ‘The night ain’t over yet, darlin’,’ Vinny said, leading Bonnie down the side of the snooker club where they usually said goodnight. It didn’t smell too healthy as it was where the dustbins were kept, but it was secluded, and the snooker club was now shut.

‘I’m so happy you asked me to be your girlfriend tonight, Vinny,’ Bonnie said, draping her arms around Vinny’s neck.

Vinny felt his penis leap into action. It was literally throbbing. He kissed Bonnie, holding the back of her head with one hand and undid his zip with the other to flop his member out.

‘No, Vinny. Stop it!’ Bonnie ordered, when he put his hand up her dress and began pulling her knickers down.

‘I wanna fuck you badly,’ Vinny mumbled, putting Bonnie’s hand on his cock.

‘No. We mustn’t do this. Not now, not here.’

‘Yes, we must. You’re my girlfriend now,’ Vinny said, ripping the side of her knickers so they fell to the floor.

‘You’re scaring me, Vinny. Please stop,’ Bonnie pleaded, genuinely frightened. Vinny had a manic look in his eyes, a look she’d never seen before.

Overcome by lust, Vinny pushed Bonnie to the ground, parted her legs and rammed his throbbing penis inside her. ‘Don’t play the innocent with me, Bon. You’ve fucked other blokes, so now you can fuck me.’

Crying her eyes out, Bonnie had no choice but to let him do what he wanted. Vinny was far too strong for her. She tried to scream for help, but no sound came out of her mouth.