It certainly wasn't the Agape love that he always preached because he put his hands into my shirt, and up to my back. "Where does it hurt"? I felt some sensation, my back was very sensitive, and I had some swellings from the beating. I was afraid, I knew what was going on, but my mind could not understand it, so it told me it wasn't possible. He undid my bra straps, and held the round curves of my breasts so firmly, then he pushed me back against the wall. I was transfixed. What is this? I'm just in JS3, I'm just 13 years old, my body was ahead in developing my hips and breast but I was just a child. His hands were already on my nipples.
"Sir" I screamed to my own shock. I now wonder why I still called him "Sir". He pulled back. "I love you..." his flabby lips were moving to say other words when his student friend's voice came into our ears perfectly. It was perfect timing for me, answer to an unsaid prayer, to him it was terror, and he startled. I still remember in grateful shock, how I almost lost my virginity to a man who was my teacher, my Form master, the school councillor, and a Pastor. Really, every man would not mind sleeping with you.
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