ROCK STAR'S CHILD LOVER AGED 13. Scandal of Rolling Stone. ROLLING STONE Bill Wyman secretly took a 13-year-old schoolgirl as his lover. And his child mistress, beautiful blonde Mandy Smith, says the amazing affair was with her mother's blessing. Now Mandy-a virgin when she met Wyman-has lifted the lid on her passionate two-and-a-half year fling with the 50-year-old rock legend. -News of the World

In the time-honored tradition of rock 'n roll jailbait, Mandy Smith, thirteen, captured the heart of a Rolling Stone who, at forty-seven, had definitely gathered some moss. reports from London on the secret life of the quiet Stone. And our pictures reveal, now that she's turned sixteen and put the scandal behind her, that the "gymslip sweetheart*" is a budding Bardot

GORDON BURN

The Rock 'n' Roll Lolita

"I wasn't too keen on him in the beginning, but my mum said, He's a Rolling Stone. And he's picked you."

Whatever I wanted to be, I wanted to be great at it. My first move was to get a Rolling Stone as a boyfriend," Marianne Faithfull once said. ''I slept with three and then decided the lead singer was the best."

Mandy Smith didn't go to quite these lengths. There was no road test. She settled for the first Stone she woke up in the morning with. But then, she was only thirteen.

Like dumping televisions out of hotel windows and driving Cadillacs into hotel swimming pools, taking a child lover is in the late, great, kick-out-the-jams tradition of rock 'n' roll. Chuck Berry did it. Jerry Lee Lewis did it. There was even some scandal surrounding Elvis taking Priscilla into Graceland when she was still in knee socks and going to school. So nobody was shocked exactly when they heard that a member of "the greatest rock V roll band in the world," the demon Stones, had borrowed another lick from his elders and betters and taken himself what the British press calls a "gymslip sweetheart." What was shocking to many people was that it wasn't Jumpin' Jack Flash Jagger, and it wasn't wild-and-wasted Richards; it was the man who up until now has always been regarded as dullsville, the rolling yawn, "the quiet Stone."

Until the story of his three-year affair with Mandy Smith broke all over the headlines in 1986 (WORLD EXCLUSIVE. . .The story that shocked Britain—every mum and dad of a teenage girl must read it. . . MY SCHOOLDAYS AS STONE'S CHILD "BRIDE". . .JAIL THIS WORM WYMAN FOR LOVING MANDY, 13! MP slams Stone—"a sick pervert"... POLICE HUNT SECRET DIARIES OF BILL'S CHILD LOVER), Bill Wyman was best known as the oldest and least controversial member of a band who, in their heyday, thrived on their reputations as corrupters of the world's youth. "Bill was always the Rolling Stone that nobody ever knew," Brian Jones said before his death from drugs seventeen years ago. But nobody realized just how little they ever knew him until Mandy, a Marianne for the eighties, went public with the story of the affair that started when Wyman was fortyseven and she was thirteen.

In weekly installments in Rupert Murdoch's Sunday scandal sheet, the News of the World, and then in daily installments in the other papers, the full shock-horror of it all was agonizingly teased out. How Wyman had spotted Mandy dancing with her fifteen-year-old sister at the British Rock and Pop Awards at the Lyceum Ballroom in London in 1983 and sent the video-maker Julien Temple over to invite them to his table. How Mandy had got home the next day from the

Holy Family of Enfield, her convent school in drab and suburban North London, to find an invitation to dinner at the West End watering hole Tramp. And how Tramp had become Bill and Mandy's favorite haunt in London because of a door policy which lets in Prince Andrew, among others, but keeps the paparazzi and other rubberneckers outside on the pavement.

Mandy's definition of a good time during her years with Wyman was simple: no photographers. "There was always the, you know, legal side to think about," as she now so rightly says. Under British law, sex with a thirteento fifteen-year-old can mean a prison term of up to two years. Wyman, divorced from his own teenage sweetheart, Diane, in 1967, slipped the country when the scandal started hitting the headlines in Britain, and then slipped quietly back in again when the police, after questioning Mandy and her mother, decided not to proceed.

Bill and Mandy would arrive at parties and premieres separately or, learning that the snappers were out in force, not at all, which led to rows. Wyman took her out of her Catholic school when she was fourteen and installed her in a private school more convenient to his apartment on fashionable King's Road, Chelsea, where she spent many nights kicking her heels, waiting for him to come home.

He would never allow her her own bank account, which meant that she was dependent on him for everything, and ended up feeling "trapped." "He's not stingy," Mandy says now. "Well, slightly. After the first few months I had to put it to him: If you want me to go to these places with you and look nice, I have to wear the right clothes. I just wasn't, like, a girl who had nothing when I met him. But it made me want these things more."

According to the papers, Mandy, looking every day of seventeen with her pale, pouty Bardot lips, Saran-Wrap micro-minis, and rock-'n'-roll-circus big, BIG hair, "MINGLED with superstars like Rod Stewart and David Bowie and frequently DINED with Mick Jagger." She encountered Jerry Hall on only one occasion. "I met her once. Just briefly. Say no more. She looks very pleasant."

Wyman always had a reputation for preferring to be upstairs watching Fantasia on the video or tapping Stones data into his computer than downstairs, where his previous longterm girlfriend, Astrid, wanted to be, in Keith's suite at the Plaza, partying with the rest of the Stones. On Mandy's evidence, he hasn't grown any wilder as he's piled up the years. "I always think of him as being just like his parents. I think of him as being Bill Perks, which is his real name. The ordinary guy," she says. "Like, he can go onstage and be really hyped up and just come off and watch TV or play cards. So O.K., he was a big rock star—he is a big star—but he's an old man. He's fifty this month [it was October] and he's not looking forward to it. He always said he's going to hide away."

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Rock 'n' Roll Lolita

Theirs doesn't appear to have been either a storybook romance or a grand passion. It appears to have been a case of world-weary Humbert Humbertism on the one hand and of not looking a gift horse in the mouth on the other. Ask any of the principals about the moral dimension and they end up talking, in one way or another, about the economics.

''I'm out earning a crust for my family. And I'm totally happy in my work. I love it, love it, love it," says the manager who has promised her recording

contracts, videos, modeling assignments, books, and who this month brings the marketing of Mandy to America. "I can feel it. This enormous wave. I can feel the whole thing there. It's totally creative. Every day creating for Mandy. New projects. New markets."

"She turned down so many things in her life," Mandy says of her thirty-eight-year-old mother, Patsy, whom the Sun later reported to be having an affair with Bill Wyman's twenty-three-year-old son, Stephen. "My mum, she says to me, when these chances come along, you don't let them go that easy. I wasn't too keen on him in the beginning, but my mum, she said, he's got a choice of any woman he wants in the world. He's a Rolling Stone. And he's picked you. But"—she half closes and heavily hoods her eyes in that wicked way that gets the photographers crooning—"who's to say I'm not just a good Catholic girl?"

Fittingly, perhaps, Mandy's new boyfriend is an accountant. A long-haired Scottish fiscal whiz. Currently unemployed, he's looking to Mandy to provide the opening he needs into one of the fun industries, music biz, greater show biz, or Leisure. Mandy's ambition, of course, is to become an actress, although she has never been star-struck, she says. "I met just so many great people. Film stars, actors, singers, royalty. But famous people, basically they're just human beings. They are. Like with Bill. I was always fairly laid-back. Never all over him. I was so laid-back, people knew I wasn't just a silly young girl out for what I could get. I always acted older than my age."