Voncile Georgette James was a pretty girl of 17 years, with a great body despite a few extra pounds. She was short at only 5'3", had long auburn hair, and hazel eyes. She, like myself, was still a virgin and had not ever been in a very serious relationship before. Her parents treated her about the same as mine treated me, so she stayed grounded for one excuse or another just about all the time. On the week of her 18th birthday, we were going on a double date to see a movie with a couple of her friends. As always, her parents told her she couldn't go. She informed them that she was of legal age now and that they couldn't hold her down anymore, and they said that if she went out with me that night she had better take all her belongings because she wouldn't be welcome back there anymore. Voncile asked me what we should do, and I told her to pack everything into my truck and she could move in with me at my parents' house. I had no idea that my parents would let me move her in, but I felt sorry for Voncile because I saw her going through the same hell that I did with my parents. I took the chance.