Jail bait – And how one mother dealt with it in her daughter
Many years ago, when I was another person and considerably fitter, some friends and I were in our local pub. It had just been re-done in a semi-medieval sort of décor. All alcoves and different floor levels.
One of the guys went to buy a round (shows how long ago it was, I mean who buys a round for 8 people these days? Lol)
When he got back he pointed out two girls with big attributes (yes, ok he didn’t say attributes, but this is SC so I’ve cleaned up the language a bit) sitting at a small table. They were worth looking at. About mid 20’s, lovely long dark hair, nice make-up, well dressed (OK yes I mean skimpily dressed. Give me a break here folks) and both looking quite at home in a pub atmosphere. It was obvious they were aware that many men were looking at them and they were revelling in the attention.
A little later another of our group headed off for another round and when he got back, he asked if we had all seen these two girls. Of course we had and we told him so.
Then he dropped the bombshell. He’d been approached by a bloke at the bar who suggested he stopped looking at those two because they were jail bait. He asked how he knew that and was told that she was his little sister. And she was just 14 years old. He also dropped the little snippet of information that he’d just phoned their mother and told her where his sister was and what she was (almost) wearing.
As you can imagine, a discussion then took place regarding whether he was telling the truth or was he just trying to scare off some competition, in the middle of which, the front door slams open and a 40 something woman stalks up the pub room, stops behind the darker of the two girls, grabs two handfuls of long, dark hair, screams at her “you’re coming home now you little slag” and proceeds to drag her backwards off the stool she’s sat on and all the way out of the front door.
Well we assumed this was the mother. Strange how a conversation between eight blokes can suddenly change from pretty girls to how scary our mothers still are given the right provocation.
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Just what good mummys do………..keep their daughters away from the wolves………attributes indeed………since when did you become all coy……hehe..xx
I’d say the brother saved a bloke from being dragged by the hair lol.
Good story Way. By attributes, you mean she had big beautiful eyes? 🙂
Yes Jsmile. That star’s got a grubby mind you know lol
Way……..and you should know….LMAO……get out of that one…..luvs yu..xx
Thanks for sharing this story with us Way. I raised a daughter, and I’m glad that girl’s Mama got her out of there and even humiliated her. Probably saved her from a far worse fate!
My gorgeous daughter looked easily 18 when she was only 14. I used to tell her I was going to make her carry a sign that said “I am only 14.” I’d seem men checking her out all the time, and was hard for me to not make remarks to them and/or poke them in the eye! But it wasn’t their fault, her hers, that she matured early.
way!!! i think i am the only one who,s appaled at the Mothers behaviour, she could have quietly gone in there and joined in the admiration, (tounge in cheek).. ha ha ha serves the little bugga right, she shouldn,t have been allowed in the pub in the first place if her brother was the barmen he was in breach of the liquer laws , used tobe 21 when i was growing up ….had it been Australia no-one under 18 and they have to show identity is allowed in a bar, pub or nightclub here..
No Lani, the brother was in the bar. He was not the barman.
I agree about the ID, but this story goes back more than 30 years, when such things were a lot more lax in the UK
When I was 15 I was drinking in pubs. The words ‘yeah I’m 18’ were all the barman needed. Most of the circle I moved in new what bars were easy to get into. And if you were caught, it was very easy to cotton on to an older man. Flattery would get you ‘of course she is 18, she’s with me’. No written proof of age was ever asked for. I feel very sorry for the pub owners who get a massive fine and loose their liquor license for a week, or have to close for a week, in this day and age of forged ID’s. I know several teenagers who are around the 14 and 15 year age group who have fake 18 plus cards. And if the bouncer or the bar staff seize the cards and throw the teenagers out, they happily pay $40 for another fake ID and within the week they are clubbing again. The mother in the story above has my total respect and admiration for coming to get her daughter.
Should be more of that parental discipline, but in this day of political madness it would likely lead to a charge of assault, as happened in Perth some years ago. A father pulled his juvenile daughter into line and he ended up in court !
Good story Way……made me smile…….thanks xxxxx M
Enjoyed reading your post particularly as I have a fourteen year old daughter at the moment. However, for now she is too naive//sensible to be down the pub; that may also be because she does not see me exhibiting that sort of behaviour! It’s not always been like that and know doubt I’ll change my spots in a few years again when she is a little older…