Music thumped. Groups of people were gathered in the middle of the living room dancing. Well If you can call it that. It’s more a sort of ritual they go through, to find a mate most worthy of their time. In the middle of this, dances 16 year old Zoe. Her eyes wide with the effects of too much alcohol coming from not knowing her limits. She smiled hazily up at the boy she was dancing with. He smiled back. She was enjoying herself so much more than she’s ever done before. She turned her back against the boys front and continued dancing, his hands brushing her waist.

Her friends had decided that for her 16th birthday they should go to a club to celebrate her ‘coming of age’ so to speak. So here they were, well she was. She had no idea where her friends had disappeared to but George had asked her for a dance and she’d happily obliged.

In her specially chosen black mini skirt, too small silvery top and silver heels she swayed from side to side, enjoying the feeling of George dancing right behind her.