My mom threw a fit when she discovered I'd shaved my pubes off and there was a big fight. Although I hadn't let Bobby fuck me, I didn't contradict her assumption that I had. I said I was old enough to do what I liked; she said not while I was living in her house. I said in that case, I'd move out. She laughed nastily and stamped off downstairs, slamming my bedroom door behind her. She didn't laugh when she saw me from the kitchen window heading for the front gate with a travelling bag. She shouted “Caroline, come back here; what are you doing?” from the window but there was a bus passing and I jumped on before she could get out of the house. They found me easily enough because I went to the youth hostel in town. I was counting on it because I didn't have money for more than a couple of nights. In the meantime, I rather relished the idea of her explaining to daddy why his little girl had walked out. Daddy waited in the car – no doubt she made him – when they pitched up at the hostel and downstairs gave her my room number. She got off to a bad start by shouting and calling me a little bitch. I could see she was very frightened. I told her to go away and said that if she didn't, I would. That calmed her down and she began to plead. Of course she gave in when I said I'd only come back if she left me alone. She blabla-ed a bit about my being so young – I'm 16 -, taking care, not getting pregnant, only thinking of me etc but I'd won. I packed up huffily and we joined daddy in the car. He smiled and said “hello, darling” but didn't ask questions. I guessed he'd been warned not to if he knew what was good for him. She'd had to admit there'd been a fight but not about what. We drove home more or less in silence despite mom's pathetically desperate attempts to make conversation which daddy and I ignored. I could see from the back seat that daddy was smiling to himself when she wasn't looking his way. He might not know what it was all about but he knew I'd won a victory over the dragon even though he would pay some sort of price. Of course I'd been talking to Bobby all the time on my phone and he was nervous when he came to pick me up later. My mom couldn't have been sweeter to him and that evening, I did let him fuck me. It was nice but I couldn't see what all the fuss had been about.