Part Three

“This is the bush,” Camille said, pointing at a large rhododendron.

They’d circled the park twice - after they’d pushed each other on the swings and used the seesaw, and climbed up and over the large climbing structure – and based on what Camille had learnt from Rachel last night, they usually made out under the rhododendron at the north-east corner of the park; sometimes they used a bush opposite, but they’d used this one most, so it’s most likely this is where she was conceived.

It was past 9 in the evening now, the park was officially closed, but there was a late-night bar in the pavilion, so one gate was always left open until well past midnight.

They’d reconnoitred the park in the morning, then Piper took Camille to enrol at the sports centre, where they’d used the gym, swimming pool and sauna. Then they had lunch at KFC followed by the new Lindsay Lohan film in the cinema next door.

As Piper and Camille settled under the bush and they removed each other’s clothes, Piper thought she couldn’t remember a more perfect day.

As they kissed, tenderly at first, then with more passion, Piper decided she was going to marry Camille as soon as the law allowed it, although she wasn’t sure when that was ... surely her mum would know something like that.

Earlier, whilst they sat together, knees touching in the sauna, Camille told Piper about her conversation with Rachel the night before.

“After Mr Kennedy raped her, she felt that there was no point holding back. She said that once the pain had gone, she enjoyed the sex, although it didn’t last long. A few days later, she approached a boy from her year in school, she kissed him and took him behind a row of shops, she blew him then tried to have sex, but he was too small to get inside while they were standing, so she sent him away. She tried this with a few other boys from her year, with the same problems, the only boy big enough came before he was fully erect.”

“I’ve never seen a boys’ penis,” Piper observed, “how old do they have to be before they’re big enough to be useful.”

“Maybe the next chapter will tell you,” Camille replied, kissing Piper tenderly before she continued, “not wanting to try every single boy in Year 9, mum moved up to year 11, thinking that seeing as many of them have girlfriends, they must know about sex. She picked one at random and cornered him outside the dining hall, she kissed him and took him behind the science buildings, they had sex and everything worked perfectly. She did a few more boys from Year 11, taking them behind the shops or in the park. One boy gave her a cigarette, it wasn’t a normal one, it was weed, she didn’t enjoy it, but it meant she didn’t feel anything when he did her up the bum. The next time she did him, she had another weed cigarette, and it wasn’t as bad this time, she was probably used to it. A different boy gave her a pill, she said it made her feel woozy and when she woke, she was alone and very sore front and back; she heard later that she’d had sex with 5 boys.”

“Oh my god, that’s rape!”

“That’s what I said, mum said she knew this, she said nothing she did back then makes any sense now, because we’re not thinking the way she did then ... she was rebelling against her parents, against the school rules, against herself in a way ... she admits the drugs didn’t help, but she became dependent on them.”

“Where did Kyle come in, surely he’s pretty much the opposite of the guys she was screwing around with.”

“Mum said Kyle was new to the area, he was very good looking, like a movie star, so she grabbed him before any other girls got their hands on him. She felt he was different straight away, he didn’t want sex, at least not right then; mum said her record for meeting to sex was about 2 minutes, with Kyle it was a couple of weeks. They kissed, but every time she reached for his pants, he moved her hands away. She was getting impatient, but she also saw him as a challenge, she wasn’t going to dump him until she’d at least seen his cock. She didn’t realise it then, but she was never high when she was with Kyle, she didn’t drink, smoke or take drugs, because she enjoyed talking to him, even if she did have to rip off her panties to masturbate the minute she got home.

“The first night she got him naked, they were inside the climbing tower, she said he had the biggest penis she’d seen so far, even the adults she’d been with hadn’t been as big ... although she told me that one of the 5 who’d raped her that night was very big, as she was very sore, although they could have put something inside her but she’ll never know as she was unconscious ... anyway, Kyle was big, and he still wouldn’t let her touch him. That night he went down on her, he was good, very good, he was the first person who came close to making her cum, but didn’t quite manage it as someone heard them and banged on the side of the tower, so they dressed and ran away.

“They met up again the next night, and Mum didn’t give Kyle chance to refuse, she pushed him into the bushes and practically raped him, she blew him twice, then they made love ... that’s what she called it, it was the first time she’d made love to anyone, it was the first time she’d kissed a boy whilst they were having sex ... again, she didn’t quite cum, not while they were making love, but she did many, many times later that night when she was alone in bed.”

“Is that when they made you?”

“She doesn’t know exactly when Kyle got her pregnant, they had sex about 20 times in the park, he never wore a condom, and she wasn’t on the pill. She thinks it was probably around the 10^th time, based on when she missed her period. My gran took her to the doctor, they did a test, she was pregnant. Mum panicked, gran was calm, she said she knew this was going to happen, and now it had. They would go through the pregnancy together. That night they met Kyle together, he took it OK and said he’d help as much as he could ... this is when I told Mum about what your dad had said, how Kyle’s mum was very angry and took him away ... mum was very quiet when I said this, then she started to cry, she hugged me tightly as she cried, then she said she’d hoped he’d been telling the truth, but he disappeared and she was angry, so she’d started to hate him, she’d hated him for a long time, until I was born, then she saw how he’d given her a beautiful baby, and how it was a shame he’d never see what they’d made together. She tried to find him online, to send him a photo, but she remembered how he’d not had a mobile phone, so he probably didn’t use Facebook. So, mum and gran brought me up, until gran got fed up with all the dirty nappies and the toys cluttering the floors, so mum moved in with Jacques, and I think you know the story from there.”

Piper was silent for a moment or two, “I just can’t see how someone as beautiful and smart as your mum was so messed up for a few years.”

“I know ... I lay awake last night wondering where mum would be if I hadn’t come along.”

“You say she didn’t take drugs with Kyle ... maybe she’d have been ok anyway...”

Camille grabbed Piper, she turned Piper’s face to hers and kissed her hard, “oh my god! I never thought of that, she was growing up ... she might not have died! Every scenario I thought of last night, mum ended up dead, but that wasn’t what would have happened! I love you so much Piper ... phew, I was so worried that I was the only reason she’s alive ... it’s weird, I should be proud of myself for saving mum’s life, but it wasn’t me really, I was a baby, it’s not like I took an active part ... it was Kyle all along ... I wonder if we’ll ever find Kyle ... do you think your dad might know where they moved to? I’d like to meet him, to thank him for saving mum’s life.”

They lay together under the bush, Piper’s fingers inside Camille’s pussy ... Camille wanted to feel Piper inside her bottom, but they’d decided not to, not without some way to clean up afterwards...

Piper licked Camille’s clit, as she nibbled it gently Camille scrabbled around on the ground, she found a pair of panties and stuffed them in her mouth, just in time as her orgasm ripped through her young body.

Piper didn’t let up, she slid a third finger inside, using her thumb on Camille’s swollen clit. Now her mouth was free, she licked her way up to her girlfriend’s breasts, running her tongue through the sheen of sweat until she found a nipple, it was already erect, she ran her tongue over and around it, then she bit down, she knew this would hurt Camille a little, but as she felt her pussy tighten, she knew she’d got the reaction she wanted. She thrust a little harder and Camille let go.

Camille bucked so hard Piper thought she’d be thrown off, but she held on, fucking her harder and harder until she felt a gush of warm liquid in her palm ... she’d made Camille squirt, something she’d read about online.

Piper carefully withdrew her fingers, Camille’s pussy was gripping her hard, she didn’t want to hurt her. Also, she had a palmful of squirt, she didn’t want to spill any of the precious girl juice, she wanted to taste it.

Camille was still breathing heavily; Piper could see her breasts rising and falling in the dim glow from the streetlights filtering through the leaves.

Piper held her palm to her lips, she lapped at the squirt, tentatively at first, because some websites said it was wee, but it didn’t smell like wee. Piper smiled, it was sweet, a bit like candy floss, she eagerly lapped up a bit more, then held her hand to Camille’s lips.

“What is it?” Camille asked lazily, still recovering from her orgasm.

“Taste it, then I’ll tell you,” Piper replied.

Trusting her girl 100%, Camille shot out her tongue and licked up the juices, “it’s sweet, where did you get it from?”

“From you, silly, it’s your squirt.”

“You made me squirt? Oh wow, mum told me about squirting, she said not all girls can do it, and only if they’re really horny.”

“We make a good team,” Piper replied as she dipped her fingers back inside Camille, wanting to taste more of her orgasm.

“I’m wiped out, can you wait until tomorrow for me to pay you back.”

Piper licked her fingers, sucking them dry of every drop of Camille’s juices, “you made me cum yesterday, this was me paying you back.”

“OK, but I still need to try to make you squirt ... mmm, I’ve just thought ... none of the men gave mum an orgasm, she told us that Anais was the first person to make her cum, and that was when Max was a baby. Mum was 23 when Max was born, so she was almost 10 years older than us when she had her first orgasm from someone else, that’s so sad.”

“It is sad,” Piper replied as she rolled on top of Camille to kiss her some more.

They were still kissing as they heard the shutters being pulled on the pavilion.

“Ahh shit, we need to get dressed really quick, or we’ll be stuck here all night,” Piper hissed.

“It’ll be fun camping in this bush, I’m sure our parents will be fine if we text them,” Camille replied, still zonked from her orgasm.

“Do you remember seeing a tent in the corner behind the oak tree?” Piper said as she struggled into her t-shirt.

“Oh yes, the blue and orange one...”

“There’s somebody lives in there, and I’m not sure I want to share the park with them, especially while we’re asleep.”

“Ahh,” Camille responded, quickly grabbing her t-shirt and shorts.

Neither girl bothered putting on their underwear, they simply collected it, rolled it into the blanket they’d brought and ran for the pavilion.

The owner was locking the main door as they approached, she turned quickly when she heard heavy breathing.

“A little late to be out girls, are you OK?”

“Mmm ... yes ... we err ... we fell asleep, you woke us when you closed the shutters,” Piper replied.

“Are you sure ... you look like you’ve been assaulted.”

“Nooo!” Piper cried, “no-one attacked us ... we were in the bushes ... doing stuff.”

The woman unlocked the front door and ushered the girls inside, looking nervously around the park before pulling the door closed and locking it.

“Why don’t you tidy yourselves up in the toilets while I make you a hot drink.”

She was stirring powdered hot chocolate into a couple of mugs as the girls returned.

“You’ve swapped tops,” the woman observed.

“Yes ... we dressed in the dark, we must have grabbed each other’s top...”

“We’re the same size, so it’s OK,” Camille added, a little nervously; outside they could run for the gates, but now they were locked in; what was the saying, out of the frying pan into the fire?

The woman looked friendly though, if a little frightened, so Camille slid onto a stool and sipped her hot chocolate, which tasted only vaguely of chocolate, but it was warm, which was nice.

“Let’s start at the beginning, I’m Sonia.”

“I’m Piper, and this is my girlfriend, Camille.”

“Girlfriend, so you were just making out in the bushes?”

“Yes!” Camille insisted.

“It’s just the guy in that tent, I worry he’ll do something bad one day.”

“But ... why would he?” Camille asked, “If he lives in the park, it would be a bit silly for him to attack someone in here, he’ll be right at the top of the police suspects list.”

“I guess,” Sonia replied, uncertainly, “but you never know how he’d react to a couple of sexy teenagers.”

“Why is he even here?” Piper asked, “he’s been living in that corner for a few weeks now, can’t anyone move him on?”

“It’s complicated,” Sonia sighed, she’d had this conversation many times, “this park is privately owned; it’s open to the public, but it belongs to a charitable trust, who pay the council to open it up each day and maintain the facilities. As squatting is a civil offence, the charity needs to enforce an eviction, and we’ve been waiting weeks for the board to assemble to make a decision.”

“That’s annoying,” Camille replied, “maybe I’ll speak to him in the morning, tell him he’s frightening people.”

“If you speak to him,” Sonia said, “tell him the park by the big roundabout is common land, nobody can stop him from camping there if he keeps his pitch as clean as he does here.”

“Yes, I will,” Camille assured Sonia.

“OK, how about you tell me what you were doing in the bushes?”

“Everything?” Piper squeaked.

“Well ... no ... just why you were making out here, there are people walking dogs and children in the playgrounds.”

“Oh no, we waited for everyone to go before we did anything...” Piper started, before Camille put a finger to her lips to quiet her.

“You see, Sonia, I’ve just moved back to this area with my parents. We used to live here, before we moved to Paris. My mum ... she wasn’t happy for a while, and she did foolish things, and one night, I was conceived in that bush. I’ve only just found this out, as moving back here has shaken some memories free that mum had forgotten.”

“Does your mum know what you’re doing tonight?”

“Yes, she does,” Camille replied.

“And your mum?” she asked Piper.

“Yes, we talked about it this morning.”

Sonia turned back to Camille, “you look kind of familiar,” she said as she reached below the bar for something, “I hate these things,” she grumbled, as she donned a pair of glasses.

Now able to see properly, Sonia looked again at Camille, taking in her face and figure.

“Ahh, your mother wouldn’t happen to be Rachel Harris?”

“Rachel Duchamp now,” Camille replied, proudly.

“Ahh yes, she married the French fellow. I knew Rachel quite well. This wasn’t a bar back then, it was a cafe and ice cream parlour. Rachel used to sit outside and wait for someone to buy her a can of pop or an ice cream, then she’d take them down to the bushes, or over the road, behind the school buildings.”

“Mmm, yes, we kind of know that now,” Camille replied.

It hadn’t been so bad hearing these stories from her mum, or Piper’s parents, but she was a bit ashamed that this stranger knew her mum’s business...

... Oh shit! Does she think I’m just following in mum’s footsteps! She thought.

“Piper is my girlfriend ... I didn’t come here to pick her up or anything!”

“I know that dear, she’s been looking at you from the moment she sat down. Piper seems like she’s a good girl, and I’m sure you are too.”

“Could I ask you one question?” Camille asked.

“Of course you can, dear.”

“Did you know a boy called Kyle, he was blonde, and very good looking.”

Sonia pulled a glass from the shelf and held it to the vodka optic, swallowing the measure in one before getting a fresh one, “Kyle was a good lad, I met him and his mum when they first arrived in town. His dad was the new manager at the theatre on the front ... well, I say theatre, back then it was just a nightclub. I never took to Mr Cliffe, a bit full of himself, and he got rid of the strippers at the club ... I used to make a lot of money stripping there...”

“You were a stripper!” Piper asked.

“Yes! You can’t afford to bring up a baby selling ice cream, so I did a bit of stripping on the weekends ... I had a tidy body back then, even after having a baby,” she pulled out her phone and opened her photos app, “look girls, this is me from a shoot for Mayfair magazine ... you won’t have heard of it, think babestation, but in magazine form.”

The girls looked at Sonia’s phone, Camille zoomed in on Sonia’s breasts, “you were bigger back then, I think.”

“Implants,” Sonia replied, shaking her head, “an old boyfriend persuaded me to have them. I never liked them, but they made me a lot of money. I had them out a few years ago when I heard stories about them bursting. I’m back to a nice perky c-cup now.”

“Do you still do stripping?” Camille asked.

“Nah ... nobody wants to see someone my age showing her boobs to the room.”

“But ... you are very attractive,” Camille replied, “and you just said your breasts are a perky c-cup ... are they perky still?”

“Well, yes they are.”

“Well, I’m from France, we are not shy in France, and I’ve seen women who are definitely not perky showing themselves in public. I think you should be proud of the way you look, and not be afraid to show people ... but maybe not in this bar, I saw children coming in earlier to use the toilets...”

Piper watched as Sonia checked herself out in the mirror behind the bar, “you really think I look OK?”

“Yes, we do,” Camille replied, “and I bet you’d look even better if you hadn’t been working all day.”

“Maybe I’ll speak to George at the York Tavern, that’s a proper old school pub, they still have strippers there most weekends.”

“I guess they don’t let kids when there’s a stripper on,” Piper asked.

“George’s pub is proper old school, they don’t allow kids in at all.”

“I guess I could send dad in with a camera, so we can see you stripping...”

Sonia smiled and opened the music app on her phone, soon a heavy rock beat Piper didn’t recognise came pounding from the speakers. Sonia flicked a couple of switches under the bar and most of the lights turned off, leaving a single spot in the middle of the room, and another spot bouncing off a mirror ball.

“We have these lights for when we have bands and DJs in...” Sonia told them, “I never thought I could use them for stripping.”

The girls watched, eyes wide, as Sonia crossed to the middle of the floor, into the spotlight. She danced well, swaying and thrusting to the beat.

Sonia didn’t start to undress until the song changed, Piper did recognise this one, Houdini by Dua Lipa. Sonia threw her head back as the tune started, Camille marvelled at how sexy she looked with her chest thrust out, her eyes widening further as Sonia started to unbutton her blouse. She did it slowly, one button at a time, taking a step forward and back between each one.

The girls were sitting on their hands, desperate not to embarrass themselves while they watched Sonia doing her stuff.

The song changed again before she’d reached the last button, something by Cardi B they didn’t know the name of, as the vocals came in, Sonia slipped out of the blouse and threw it to the girls. As it slid to the floor, Sonia’s hands moved to the zip on her skirt, it soon tumbled to the carpet, where she deftly kicked it over to the girls.

Sonia swayed in front of her small audience, wearing just hold-ups, panties and a bra like the one Camille had given to Piper. She waited for the track to change again; she seemed comfortable standing in her underwear in front of two young girls she’d only just met.

As Billie Eilish’s voice emerged from the speakers, Sonia stepped close to her audience. Plucking Camillie’s hands from under her thighs, she pulled them to the top of her stockings, “pull them off honey,” she whispered in a low, sultry voice, “you too, Piper.”

The girls slid off their stools to kneel before Sonia, this woman they barely knew had utterly bewitched them both. Silently, they rolled the stockings down, their eyes locked on the same spot, Sonia’s panties, specifically, the damp spot; she was as horny as they were.

Sonia lifted each leg in turn so the girls could remove their stocking, then she stepped away and turned her back to the room. She slowly unhooked her bra as the song changed once more, something upbeat and 80’s pounded as she jumped, spun around and dropped her bra all in one move; landing legs apart and arms wide, showing the girls just how perky her boobs were, as they gently bounced from the jump.

Sonia didn’t move again for about 30 seconds, long enough for the girls to lock the vision in their memories. As the song faded out, she stepped forward and kissed both girls hard.

“Thank you! Thank you so much ... I loved stripping, but I’ve not done it for years ... that was so much fun ... did you enjoy it?”

“Oh wow, it was amazing, I’ve never seen a strip show before, I loved it!” Piper replied as Sonia gathered up her clothing.

“Mmm, could I ask you something,” Camille asked.

“Of course, honey,” Sonia replied as she pulled on her stockings.

“You stopped at your panties, do strippers in England not go full nude?”

“Ahh, some do, but I always liked to leave a bit of mystery for the guys,” Sonia replied with a smile, “sometimes I did private dances...”

“What’s a private dance,” Piper asked.

“It’s one where it’s just me and the guy. I dance on his lap, but he can’t touch me. I’d sometimes go full nude if I felt the guy deserved it, or if he paid me enough. If he was wearing light-coloured pants, it was fun to leave a bit of a stain behind for him to show his pals.”

“And you did that at the theatre on the front?” Piper asked, amazed it used to be a strip club; now they just host wrestling and tribute bands.

“Oh no, that was just stripping. When I was younger, before I’d had Gracie, I used to strip at a proper club in the city ... I was too young to be stripping, only 16, but I had rent to pay, I was living on my own after my mum threw me out...”

“Why did she throw you out?” Camille asked, “no, that’s rude, don’t answer.”

Sonia laughed, “it’s OK, you can ask, much water has gone under the bridge since then ... mum came home from the pub and caught me fucking her boyfriend ... It was just bad timing, he’d only just stuck it in me as mum came in the room, and from past experience, another 30 seconds he’d be finished and asleep.”

“Ahh, so not even worth it...” Camille replied.

“Nahh, he was a worthless piece of shit, mum should have thrown him out really. Anyway, like I said, all water under the bridge. Now I own this place, I have my own home and a beautiful daughter, and thanks to you two, I’ve rediscovered my love of stripping ... oh, by the way, if I do get the gig at the York Tavern, feel free to send your dads down...”

“Oh! My dad is gay, he wouldn’t be interested...” Camille replied, brightly, “our mums though, they’d enjoy it.”

Sonia gave the girls a bemused look, “you’re an odd pair, aren’t you ... but I like you ... anyway, if you send anyone to see me, please tell them to keep their phones in their pockets, they’ll get their arms broken if they try to film a strip show.”

“Ahh, that’s annoying,” Camille sighed, “I’d like to watch you again.”

“Well, you could come back another night,” Sonia replied as she ushered the girls to the door, “let me know when you’re coming back and I’ll let Gracie join you.”

“That would be fun,” Piper replied as Sonia switched off the lights and joined them on them outside.

“Do you live far away?” Sonia asked, “should I call you a taxi?” she added, peering into the distance, to where the tent man lived.

“It’s OK, we only live a couple of streets away,” Piper told her, pointing to the left, “two minutes walk, maximum.”

“Oh, I live that way. I’ll walk with you to the end of your block,” Sonia replied as they approached the park gates.

As they reached the gates, Sonia pulled a big padlock from her bag.

“The guy from the council lives in that house,” she said, pointing to a detached house directly across the road from the gates, “he’s supposed to lock up every night, but I think it’s cruel to drag him out of bed 4 nights a week when I open late, so I lock up now.”

“Do you have to open up in the mornings?” Camille asked.

“Oh no, Jed has a key for this lock, which is lucky, as the park opens at 6am in the summer; there’s no way I’m getting out of bed that early.”

Sonia stopped as the girls turned into their road, she watched as Piper kissed Camille at her gate, then walked a bit further to her own house. As soon as she saw both girls were safely inside, she carried on to her house.

“What a lovely pair,” she thought, as she unlocked the street door to her flat above a barber’s shop, “they could teach Gracie a lot about manners and respect. Yes, I will definitely introduce them ... maybe she’ll stop chasing boys if she can find a girl as pretty as Camille or Piper...”

Piper knocked on Camille’s door at the stroke of 7:30 on Saturday evening.

Her dad, Dave, had been very busy at work the last few days, so he hadn’t yet met Rachel and Jacques since their return to the area.

Piper gasped as Camille opened the door, she looked stunning in a jade dress, her hair in a pair of ponytails, her lips painted ruby red.

“Oh my,” Piper exclaimed, “you look ... breathtaking!”

“That was the look I was aiming for,” Camille smiled, as she let Piper and her parents into the now tidy lounge.

Rachel was waiting to greet them, she was wearing the same dress as Camille, with matching ponytails and ruby lipstick. Piper didn’t know where to look, at Rachel or Camille.

Mel and Dave, however, did know where to look. They also realised she did remember them, and remember one particular incident, one they’d neglected to tell Piper or Camille about...

“Mel, Dave, so good of you to come.”

“So good of you to invite us,” Dave replied, “you look as beautiful as I remember.”

“Thank you, and you look as handsome as I remember.”

“Why are you wearing matching dresses?” Piper asked, as she’d spotted a little tension in her mum’s expression.

“I think we’ll have a drink before we get into this, I have martini in the fridge, is that OK for everyone?”

Piper looked at Mel, “can I have a martini? Will we need one?”

“You can have a martini, honey, and no, Rachel has a nice story to tell ... we should have told you the other day, but it’s not really important, just a little embarrassing for me and your dad.”

Rachel returned carrying a pitcher of martini, Camille followed behind with a tray of glasses, Jacques brought up the rear with a bucket of ice.

“Dinner smells delicious,” Mel observed as Rachel filled the glasses.

“It’s just simple, wholesome, Parisian food,” Jacques replied, “I wanted to do something a bit more special, but the ingredients are difficult to find at short notice.”

“Cheers everyone!” Rachel said as they all raised their glass, “to the future, especially our daughters’ futures!”

“Where’s Max?” Piper asked as she settled into the sofa beside Camille.

“He’s at Aunty Ella’s, I think he prefers her cat, Ziggy, to human company.”

“Sometimes I think he has a point,” Rachel replied as she topped up Mel’s glass, “I loved living in Paris, but some of the women I worked with there were utter bitches.”

“Where did you work?” Piper asked.

“I worked for a small modelling agency, we provided the background models for Vogue shoots, the girls who stand around the main model, looking slightly plainer.”

“Wow, I never knew there agencies just to provide slightly less attractive girls,” Mel replied, “could you find me a job?”

“Don’t be silly, you are very attractive,” Rachel told her, “besides, I only kiss the most attractive people ... err ... did you mention our kiss?”

“Yes, I did, luckily,” Mel laughed, “and on the subject of kissing...”

“Yes,” Rachel replied, smiling brightly, “let’s go back in time, to when I was about 15 and running wild. My mother was at her wit’s end, so she tried to derail my promiscuity by fixing me up with a nice boy, Connor, the vicar’s son. He was a good looking lad, and if my head was in a better place, I’d have been happy dating him. Still, I decided to go on one date with him, on condition my mum bought me a new dress, and she paid for a meal and cinema tickets.