pae-d'oh!
I have a friend (genuinely!) who, for the purposes of this tale, we will call Fred, for that is similar to his actual name.

Now, at the time this story takes place Fred was 17 and playing in a rock band. Good times. They were invited over to a small village in rural France to play at the annual village party. Apparently it was the sort of do where everyone in the local vicinity turned up and indulged in much eating, drinking and being merry.

So. The band play and are warmly received. They stay on and enjoy the hospitality of these simple country folk. (They got shit-faced is what I'm trying to say.)

In amongst the drinking the dancing, Fred spots a young girl of, he thought, about his own age, who catches his eye, and they get chatting. Then they get kissing. Then they get . . . well, you know how it goes from here. He takes her back to his tent and they make-a the sweet looove-a.

When he wakes the next day, she is gone. Not unduly concerned about such developments he joins the band as they pack away the gear and get ready to depart the now slumbering village.

As they are packing up Fred makes conversation with the lead singer, er, Dave.

Dave says "You had a good time last night" and feels the force of Fred's best shit-eating grin upon him. "I was chatting to the girl's father when you left", says Dave. "Did you happen to get that girl's age at all?"

Fred answers that he didn't, but assumed she was about the same age as him, 17.

Dave shakes his head, the beginnings of smirk playing at his lips.

"No mate. She's not 17", says Dave. "She's 12".

I was not there to witness it for myself, but I'm told that Fred's face went the very colour that Procol Harum are fond of singing about.
(MrC. Having the most boring username on b3ta since 2004, Wed 10 Dec 2008, 10:23, 3 replies)

"Fred's face went the very colour that Procol Harum are fond of singing about."
A brilliant closing line.

*Clicks*
(Bicycle Repairman "you're also a bit of a wanker", Wed 10 Dec 2008, 10:50, closed)

Pffft.
Nice. I bet Fred's been looking over his shoulder ever since...
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Wed 10 Dec 2008, 13:54, closed)

I believe, at his insistence,
they left town rather quickly! The weird thing is that none of the villagers (including the girl's father) seemed to think there was anything wrong with it. That's the French for you.
(MrC. Having the most boring username on b3ta since 2004, Wed 10 Dec 2008, 14:03, closed)