My white bridesmaid dress was beautiful, it came to just above the knee and had buttons half way down the front to my waist and I had matching white ankle socks, my long slim legs were very brown from the summer and my shoulder length brown hair really looked good with the white dress.

Mr. Brown was at the wedding, he is the owner of the stables were I keep my pony “Chip” I’ve had  Chip for 3 years now. Ever since my eleventh birthday, Chip has been and is the only and biggest love of my life but now he was very sick. The vet had been to see him. Mr. Brown had told me he had a virus for which special medicine was required and it was very expensive. My parents had already told me there was no way they could afford it and I would have to prepare myself for the worst.

Mr. Brown had told me he might be able to help and he was going to talk to me today at the wedding. At the reception he’d told me to meet him at 7 o’clock in the parking at his Rolls Royce, it was parked right at the end of the parking a big old white classic one. My dad was coming to pick me up from the reception at 8:30 because he did not want me to stay any later than that.

Mr. Brown was about 60 years old and a bit over weight and he was one of those old men that couldn’t keep his eyes of the young girls at the stables, I didn’t particularly like him. I waited at his car and when he arrived he opened the back door and we both sat in the back of his car.

He came straight to the point, telling me the medicine for Chip will be very expensive but after the cure, which will take about a year Chip will be as good as new again. He told me my parents had asked him to get chip taken to the knacker’s yard tomorrow morning, so he would be gone when I got back from school.

I was horrified and pleaded that he couldn’t do that. He agreed with me and said he could help; he could ring the vet, who would come tomorrow morning to start the treatment, if that is what I really wanted. However, he added, I would have to learn that everything in life has a price and sometimes we all have to do things we don’t want to do, too pay this price.

He looked at me and told me, that I was a very pretty young girl and he was a man, then he put his hand on my knee. I had never in my life been touched by a man before, I was really shocked,  quickly I pushed his hand away, telling him;

“No, Please Mr. Brown.

He tells me, it’s my decision; he gets his phone out, holding it in front of me he asks me, who should he ring now? The knacker’s yard, who would collect my pony, then take it away for dog meat, or the vet.

I didn’t know what to say, I love my pony, I really love my pony so very much, I would do anything to save Chip. My eyes watered a tear rolled down my cheek.

He got a box of tissues out of the door side pocket and handed me a tissue, saying:

You want me to phone the vet don’t you?

I nod; somehow I just had to save Chip.

He continued: “it’s really a very small sacrifice you’re going to make now to save your pony; you do want to save Chip don’t you?”

I nodded again.

“Good girl” He says continuing

 “It won’t take long, just a few minutes with me here, and then you can go back to the wedding. Nobody will ever know, and then tomorrow after school you can come to the yard and give your pony a big hug. You want him still to be there tomorrow don’t you?”

I nod again and he puts his hand back on my bare knee, I don’t know what to do now.

I feel his hand slowly moving up and down feeling my leg; it’s horrible I hate being touched by him. I turn my head away from him and look out the car window into a green field.

He takes his hand away, thank god.

“See. That’s not difficult is it,” he says. I don’t answer him and just keep looking out the car window.

He moves his hands to the top of my dress and I feel his fingers undoing the top button of my dress.

“No please “I put my hands up to stop him from undoing the button.

“I can’t do this, Please Mr. brown. I’m not that type of girl, there must be another way,” I plead

He says, “It’s too late now. So just be a good girl or your pony is going to be dog meat by tomorrow morning, you understand?” I nod.

He undoes the top button, I don’t know what to do, I just keep staring out the window looking at the green field. He undoes the next button, my eyes fill with tears.  I want to stop him, but I don’t. I just want to save my pony I don’t want chip to be slaughtered; I want the vet to come and make chip better again, whatever it costs.

He slowly unbuttons the front of my dress. I’m crying now.  He opens my dress and I close my eyes. I’m so ashamed; I don’t want to do this.