I was a teenage sex slave

I was thirteen years old and the year was 1964,the spring of 64 to be exact. I was liveing with my mother who broke up with my father when I was 8 years old. We had just moved into a new apartment as my brother had just went into the army.
I first saw her when I came home from school, she was by the moveing truck watching the men move her stuff up the stairs, telling them what to take up next. I stopped and looked at her, blonde hair, tall, slim and shapely. She had on shorts, and a button shirt which was tied up showing her tight mid section. She saw me gapping at her and she looked at me and smiled. Part II soon.