“No he lied.’
“My father and mother would kill me if I was; I’m only fifteen.’
“So am I said Jim but don’t worry you will be fine.’
“I have to go can you run me home in the van?’
Yes.’ give me a minute to put on my boots.’
Neither of them spoke on the way home and Heather made him stop at the bottom of Silkys Lane so that no one from her street would see her. Heather didn’t ask if Jim would see her again she just wanted to escape, to get away as far as she could from Jim as possible, and get inside the safety of her own home.
“Have you had a good night then Heather? Yes mam, but I’m really tired and need to go to bed.
Alright love I will see you in the morning then.’
“She undressed and put on her night dress then got into bed.’
She kept feeling the lower part of her stomach as if there would be any physical changes within a hour or so. It was four in the morning when sleep over came her.
Irene and Sally stayed the night at Barry’s place Sally ended up in bed with Michael Garrity and Irene with both Barry and Paul King. They left around six o’clock that morning. They threw on their clothes for work and the lads dropped them off at the kipper house.’
It was not until lunch time that day that the three girls got together and Heather told them what had happened.
“Did he not use a Johnny?’
“What’s one of those?’
“A condom stupid; did he put one on his Willie before you know; he put it inside of you.’
“No this is what I’m trying to tell you.’
“Christ Heather I thought you knew.’
“Last night was my first time; she began to sob and the girls gave her a cuddle.
“You will be alright Heather try not to worry about it.’
“You will wonder what all the worry was about in a few weeks when you get your period.
“I’m due on next week.’
“Don’t panic if you don’t turn unwell Heather; it might be the following week.’
“Look for changes like the colour of your nipples on your breast or aches in them. That’s what my sister Janet told me when she was having our Peter.’
They ate their dinner in the Seaman’s Mission; Heather played with the food on her plate before returning to work.
Over the next two weeks Heather became withdrawn; secretive even and her mother asked if everything was alright.
“I think I’m coming down with something mam; I don’t feel well.
“I will get Doctor Thomas out if you feel no better by the weekend.’
“No mam I will be alright it’s just the flu I’ve got I think.’
“Well I will make you hot lemonade and give you a couple of Beecham’s powders that will shift it.
“Alright then mam.’