Provenance - Alex

I'm sure you'll remember that in my last blog I showed you a lot of pictures, one complaint (from Pat, the scrawny goof) was that I didn't give enough provenance for each photo. In response to that I shall spend this whole blog telling you the story behind one single photo.

There you go, a picture of a teenage girl being kissed against her will by a middle aged man.

Here goes the provenance... Yesterday it was my best friends birthday, she turned 18! She is now legally a woman and hence if she were to sell her body it would be slightly less bad to buy it because she is responsible for herself now and not a child. She'll be reading this, I better cover my tracks with compliments... But phwoar, if she were to sell her body... Wow... They'd be some astronomical prices. I delivered her presents a day late too (because in the world of boohoo next day delivery doesn't actually mean next day delivery). I'd also like to add that I love her very very much.

DISTRACTED FROM PROVENANCE. As it was her birthday me, her and some other friends went to a public house to indulge in each others company (and some over-18s indulged in alcohol too). Public houses are normally full of middle aged people, this one was no different. The main body was middle age male heaven, us youths were just tucked away around a table in the corner; the corner by the exit. Now as one particular inebriated male (not so inebriated that I thought of him as any sort of irrational threat) left he noticed the large "18 TODAY" balloon and offered Robyn (the lucky birthday girl) a birthday kiss. Sensibly enough she declined, who'd know what her absent boyfriend would think*, only to find out that she didn't have a say in the matter. She was getting a birthday kiss whether she liked it or not. After a bit of wrestling he finally got what he wanted and left a blushing Robyn to play a genius joke on Aimee (the girl in the photo, she's short and fit). Robyn said that it was also Aimee's birthday, expecting her to have a kiss stolen from her too, and as predicted, she did. Our antagonist of the night danced his way gracefully (walked fairly plainly) to the other side of the table and planted a big smacker on Aimee's face area. He didn't seem to have the mouth-eye co-ordination to plant one right on the mouth, but to be fair to him, she was wriggling desperately to get out of his creepy, semi-drunken, middle aged grasp. And that is the story behing the photo all the way up there!

So there you have it, I hope that this will be the best blog post about a mild sexual offence you read today. If not, link me up in the comments below <3

*She told him not to come, don't assume that he's a bad boyfriend. He's really sweet actually...