She looked about 15, but I could have been wrong. I hoped I was wrong. She had that aimless walk that a street predator loves, shoulder length brown hair, not much over five foot, petite little body. I wasn’t game for a direct opener on a 15-year-old, but I couldn’t let such an opportunity pass me. “Excuse me. Do you speak English?”

“Yes.” She said with a smile like I had woken her from a dream.

“Good. I have just arrived in Prague and I’m looking for Palladium shopping mall.”

“Oh, it’s not far. It’s just up there. I am walking that way. I can take you if you like.”

“That would be very nice of you.” Said the spider to the fly.

“Where are you from?”

“Australia.”

“Oooohhhhh.” She says like I had just said I have a 10 inch cock.

“You?”

“Russia.”

“Moscow?”

“Yes.”

“So what are you doing here?”

“My mum moved here a few years ago. I travelled for a couple years after school in Israel and then decided to join her here about a year ago.”

“Israel?”

“Yes. I have an Israeli passport too.”

“OK, cool. I’m guessing you are older than you look.”

“I’m 22.”

“Good. I feel better walking with you now. You look about 16.”

“I know, everyone says that.” She laughs

“What are your plans today?” I ask.

“I have to go to the doctor at 4pm.” I check my new Montblanc Automatic I picked up in a Warsaw pawnshop last week for 280 zl. It’s 1:30pm

“I feel like a coffee. Do you want to join me for a coffee?”

“Sure.”

“Ok. You choose.” She takes me to McDonalds… Maybe she is only 16

I let her walk in first. I check out her arse, nice little package. We get our coffees. Me an Americano with milk, her just black. We sit up on high seats at a bench. I look her up and down, straight brunette hair with a short fringe, light grey-green eyes, a cute but simple face, small mouth and not prominent cheek bones like many Russians I see.

“You are very little.”

“Yes. All my family are little, we are like dwarfs.”

“The lepricorns of Moscow.” I say. She laughs.

“Let me see your hands.” I grab one and compare it next to mine. “Oh my God. You have children’s hands.” I say noticing she is happy to leave her hand on mine.

Half way through our coffees I notice a booth available. “Let’s move over there.” I say. She follows. I go in first and lean my back against the corner of the wall. She keeps a respectable 20cm distance between us. I notice her slim white legs, but it’s hard to imagine her stomach because she is wearing loose clothes.

She mentions her ex boyfriend. “how old was he?” I ask.

“37”

“So you like older men?” She smiles and puts her head down. We finish our coffees. I decide I don’t have enough time to get her back to my place and fuck her in time for her to get to her doctors.

“So we have almost 2 hours before you have to go to your doctor. Why don’t you show me something in Prague? Something a bit different that all this tourist area.”

“I can take you to the park on the river.”

“Good choice.”

We walk through the tourist traps, there is a guy dressed in a 10-foot bear in the main tourist square that is jam-packed with morons with cameras. This is horrible. “I thought you were taking me away from the tourist areas.”

“Yes, but we have to walk there.”

We get to the bridge. It looks familiar, I must have seen it in Movies. “This is much nicer. Ok, you are a good guide. 2 points.”

We cross to the quiet side of the river and sit on a park bench.

She mentions her ex again. “How old were you?” I ask.

“17”

“Did you lose your virginity to him?”

“No. I lost my virginity when I was younger and drunk”

“And here I thought you were like a traditional Russian girl. Was it to a boy your age?”

“Yes. He was the best looking boy at school. I was at a party and we were drunk. I wanted him.”

“When was the last boyfriend you had?”

“We broke up only a couple of weeks ago. He is a fucked up artist, drug addict, homeless sometimes.”

“Quality guy.” I tease. “Was he good looking?”

“Yes, he worked as a gay porn star, but he had a small dick so he could only work passive and then he had to stop because he got an injury from a big Italian guy.”

I imagine Rocco Sifridi raw-dogging a little manling.

“I can’t handle big dicks” She says.

“Show me how big.” I say putting out my hand palm up. She measures about 4 inches from the top of my fingers to my palm.

“There can’t be many guys that small. You just have to be careful how deep you can go.” She doesn’t respond, but keeps her hand on my palm. I put my other arm around her shoulder and she leans in on me. We continue to hold hands and as we talk she rubs my fingers.

“I’ll be honest with you. The reason I am going to the doctor is to get my HIV results.”

“OK. That’s good. I get tested for everything every few months. It’s good to look after your health.”

“I’m scared. My ex used drugs and did the porn.”

“Well, you are doing the right thing.” I assure her like her favourite uncle.

We stay by the river and talk about our lives for another 30 minutes. She lives with her mum and her grandma and her mum’s 2 younger kids who are 5 and 9. She tells me how much she loves the kids, they are like her babies, but doesn’t like her mum and only tolerates her grandma, but says they are mean to her. They tell her she is nothing and she just needs to find a good man to take care of her – even though they are both single. I listen and nod trying my best to empathise rather than give any advice.

“It’s about time you start walking to the clinic. I’ll come with you if you like.”

“That would be nice.”

We walk. “After the clinic I’ll take you and show you my apartment and then we can go to dinner.“

“I’ll fuck you, but you don’t need to buy me dinner. It makes me feel like you are buying me.”

“What if I fuck you first and then chose to take you for dinner because I want your company.”

“Ok, that’s better.”

“I can’t believe we are going on a date to the HIV clinic.” I say.

“Haha. Yes. I can show you my certificate.”

“Good, because I don’t like wearing condoms.”

“Are you clean?”

“Yes. 100%” I say. A slight exaggeration. But 95% doesn’t sound quite as good.

“Good.”

We get to the Prague Sexual Health clinic and I wait out the front. I stand there awkwardly with a stream of gay guys coming in and out giving my IOI’s. Fuck, what if she has HIV. I think. Do I fuck her with a rubber? She will probably be devastated, maybe I can console her. No, they they will probably give her counselling and that will be the end of the date. As I keep my head down trying to avoid eye contact with the gay guys she jumps out of the building into a star jump. “I’m negative.” She says with a big smile. I give her a hug. She tells me the list of viruses and infections she is now sure she doesn’t have and I walk her to the end of the street and book an Uber.

We get to my apartment and she heads straight to my room. “Great, you’re messy.” She says as she sees all clothing scattered on the floor. Out of habit I walk into the lounge room to not rush her too much and she follows looking at me quizzically. I go to the kettle. “You want a tea?” I ask

“No.” She says walking towards me and putting her arms around my waste. “Come on.”

I forget the tea and walk her to my bedroom and make sweet love, or I fuck the guts out of her for the next 30 minutes, I can’t exactly remember. I tell her. “I’m going to come soon.”

“You can come inside me. I won’t get pregnant.” She says

I don’t believe her but can’t resist.