"She looked awful, sunken eyes in a thin face, loose teeth and scabs that she'd picked at in her frustration."Mum," I said softly. "I'm not giving you... money so you can kill yourself, I'm just not." It's only a little fix baby," she pleaded. "Please Johnny, I need it."I was almost in tears myself at her plight, I was seventeen, a week from my eighteenth birthday and I was watching my mother kill herself right in front of my eyes.She wore a filthy tee shirt and even dirtier shorts, her whole body. Grimes as he leaned back in his expensive chair and patted his pot belly, "I could use two girls; got some company coming." He smiled. "Poker game." No problem," the coach said, "how about the twins. I think you know them."Grimes leaned forward. "Perfect, absolutely fucking perfect. What are they, sixteen now?" Think so." He always brought the girl back late on Sunday and let the coach get her home. That usually gave him a chance for a bit of young tail unless she was reamed out, or he had. "So, are you finally going to tell me what this big surprise you've been dangling in front of me is?" "No, but you'll figure it out," he replied. She pouted attractively, starting to rub the rapidly hardening bulge in his jeans. "Pretty please?" Beth had quickly learned what he liked, and being an adventuresome girl, was generally willing to try what Dean suggested. For two weeks now he'd been teasing her with the promise of hot sex at the beach house, as well as a surprise he wouldn't tell her. This sexual freedom was thanks, almost entirely, to the amazing, and very liberating, Sexual Freedom Charter the federal government had introduced in a whole range of sweeping reforms designed to either reduce or eliminate the alarming growth in sexual violence that all states and major cities - including Tasmania and its main population centres - were experiencing. The Sexual Freedom Charter that Australia was embracing - thanks to a Liberal Government that was living up to its name concerned.