Tilly was speaking to her mother about her day's activities at school, when she heard her father pull into the driveway. She glanced at her watch. He was home early.

The front door opened then slammed shut. Her father appeared at the kitchen doorway. Tilly immediately noticed that he was not happy. So did her mother.

"What's up love? Was it a bad day at work?"

Tilley's father was a policeman. Most days were a bad day at work.

Steve looked at his wife then turned his gaze to his fourteen year old daughter.

"Come here" Steve barked, then headed to the living room.

Tilly, mystified, looked at her mum. Her mum shrugged in equal loss then followed after him into the living room.

Steve headed over to the TV and hit the on button with enough force to make his wife wince. The video got equal abuse.

He reached into his coat and withdrew a video tape. Stuffing the tape into the machine he changed to video channel on the TV then pressed play on the remote.

Tilly watched the scene appear on the screen. The picture was black and white and it was a moment before she realized that the selected camera view was high, looking down. The camera appeared to be aimed down at what appeared to be an alley way.

Tilly suddenly realised what and where the image was.

"Oh no" She whispered in growing terror.

Her father paid her no heed; her mother looked in askance, still puzzled.

In black and white and silence, two figures came round the corner. Both were dressed in school uniforms. The two solitary figures reached the end of the alleyway and slipped into a close embrace.

The camera angle moved down and zoomed in on the two lovers, revealing that the camera was being monitored and controlled and was not just there for show.

Although it was black and white and grainy, it was clear enough that the uniforms were similar to the school uniform that she was currently wearing. Not surprising, since it was her on the screen.

The video footage was taken from around the back of her school. The wall that the CCTV was mounted on was the storeroom and the other wall that formed the small cul-de-sac, was part of the boundary wall. It was a favourite haunt for all those wishing to get intimate as the only apparent way to see into it was at the entrance. Or so they had all thought.

The silent lovers were kissing passionately and deeply on the screen. Then the girl- Tilly- broke the kiss then slowly dropped down, to rest crouching. Her head was now at a level with the boy's waist.

Tilly watched as the hands of her screen image slowly unzipped the boys fly then as an after thought, unbuttoned his trousers.

Her mother gasped in horror, Tilly wanted to disappear into the carpet. Maybe her father would stop the tape. He did not.

The screen Tilly slipped her hands into the pants of the boy, drawing his just visible erection out into the air. She studied it for a moment before she moved her head closer, obscuring the view.

Her mother cried out as the screen Tilly started to move her head in short repetitive jerks.

There was no movement or sound from her father.

The boy on screen tilted his head back in pleasure.

Three sets of legs appeared at the top of the screen and the camera operator panned out, to reveal another girl and two boys.

The on screen Tilly turned her head to look at the new arrivals but did not pause in her rhythm. The new girl raised a hand to point at Tilly and said something, forever lost due to the lack of sound capability of the camera. Tilly turned her head back to the job at hand.

One of the new boys slipped behind the girl and slipped his hands up her skirt. She made no move to stop him. The other boy gave them a cursory glance and turned his attention back to Tilly.

The unknown boy at the receiving end of Tilly's ministrations now had his eyes closed and mouth open, head still back. Suddenly he clasped Tilly's head with both hands and bent over her. After a moment he slowly straightened, Tilly's head no longer bobbed. After a moment she slowly straightened and stood, wiping the back of her right hand across her mouth.

The other boy, bereft of a partner, moved forward and placed his hands on her hips. He fumbled with the waist band of her skirt for a moment then her skirt fell in a ring around her feet. Tilly made no effort to arrest the fall of the garment.

The camera zoomed in on a smiling Tilly. The bottom of her shirt just covered her pants from the cameras view. Having undone her skirt the boy raised his hands and lifted the bottom of her shirt, exposing her pants to the view of all and sundry. He ran his hand over the front before roughly pulling them to her knees. Tilly laughed silently on the screen, even as the boy's hands slipped between her thighs.

The living room had gone deathly quiet, the only sounds were of the clock on the mantelpiece and the video as the tape went round.

The groping boy pushed the screen Tilly up against the wall. Her pants fell to her ankles and joined her tangled skirt. He fiddled with the crotch of his trousers and the tip of his erect penis came into view. The screen Tilly opened her legs wider and the boy, cock in hand moved closer.

Suddenly all youths looked round, then at their watches. Hastily clothes were donned and rearranged and they left the alleyway to head back to class.

Steve savagely kicked the eject button with the toe of his boot. The front panel of the video shattered and the tape ejected. He bent down, picked up the tape and threw it violently across the room. The tape smashed into the family photograph resting atop the sideboard used to hold the good dinnerware. Glass, exploded as the photograph was sent flying and the tape fell down behind the sideboard.

Furious he turned to look at his daughter. "Get upstairs to your room, now" His voice was cold, almost devoid of emotion.

Terrified, Tilly fled past her quietly sobbing mother.

Upstairs, she threw herself on her bed. Downstairs she could hear her mother crying loudly.

The hours on her alarm clock slowly ticked past. She heard the muffled voices of her parents downstairs, sometimes raised in anger. She was hungry, it was late and she'd had no tea. Nor did it look like any was going to be forthcoming.

Eventually she heard her parents go to bed. Rising from her bed, she started to remove her much crumpled school uniform. She watched herself slowly stripping in her mirror. Something she had done in many a boys bedroom with many an audience. She could not even remember the school break that had been caught on camera and watched this night. There had been many such school breaks. As emotionally devastated as she was, she felt the warm tingle start to suffuse her lower body as the video replayed in her mind. As much as she wanted sexual release, she dared not touch herself between her legs.

The bedside alarm went off. Tilly rubbed the sleep from her eyes, surprised that she had fallen asleep. Naked she walked round her room as she assembled a clean school uniform. Finally dressed, she made her way down the stairs.

The video still sat, broken, under the telly. The family picture still lay where it had fallen. Her parents were in the kitchen, so she headed there, desperate to get any confrontation over and done with. Her father turned round at her entrance.

He looked at her and snorted, "If you think you are going back to school you can bloody well forget it! As of now you are confined to the house until further notice."

Tilly gasped and looked to her mum, who just shook her head. Numb, she turned round and headed back upstairs to her room.

She lay back down on her bed as the seriousness of her situation started to sink in. She looked at herself in the mirror, splayed out on the bed. "It was only sex" she muttered, "It's not as if nobody else is doing it"

She heard her parents leave for their respective jobs and wandered over to the window to watch their cars depart.

Suddenly feeling hungry and realising that she had not eaten since yesterday lunchtime she made a beeline back to the kitchen. The house was deathly quiet and slightly unsettling in its loneliness', so she flicked on the stereo in the living room on the way past.

As the dulcet but tedious tones of yet another prefabricated pop group blared out of the speakers, she prepared a hearty breakfast. Arms laden with food and juice she headed back into the living room.

Plonking herself down on the sofa, she looked at the TV and damaged video player. Pulled as though with a magnet, her head and gaze followed the previous night's videocassette trajectory.

She stared at the landing area for moment before setting her food aside. She wondered if the tape still lay where it had fallen. Curious she went to look behind the sideboard. The gap was dark and tight, but there was definitely something lying within. She tried to move the sideboard but it was too heavy. She sat back against it to think for a moment.

She needed something long and thin. She rose and headed back into the kitchen. Opening cupboards at random, she came across a mop. Suddenly excited she raced back with her prize.

It proved ridiculously easy to slide the tape out slowly with the mop handle. The tape was cracked and the clear panel over one of the spools was missing. Nevertheless, it still might play. She had less hope for the player.

The liquid crystal display on the video was smashed and unreadable, but the buttons still seemed to work. Tilly inserted the tape and turned on the TV. She didn't bother to turn the stereo down.

Sitting back down on the sofa, she pressed play on the remote. The picture jumped wildly for a moment then the automatic tracking kicked in and the picture steadied.

Tilly was tempted to rewind the tape to watch her-self in action again. There was a strange sense of erotic surrealism in the act. Curiosity at what else was on the tape over rode her bout of narcissism.

The tape showed the now empty close, then in jump of novice editing, jumped to another scene.