I gave her the finger. She jumped back and snatched her hand down in her lap. Hah! You can’t deny I’m here and still fight me for control. Where a... I?She refused to answer. I reached up and tweaked her left nipple. Oooh. Sensitive.“Stop it! All right, you are still here. I will go to a priest. I will not be possessed by Satan’s damned minion.”Stop cussing me. I’m not damned. I’m not a minion. I’m not evil. I’m just scared. Just like you are.“Why? Why are you here in me?”I don’t know. Honest, I. He showed me all about it using his hard-on as a guide. He asked me to look at it carefully and feel free to touch it. Which I did. He lay back on the couch and opened his legs a bit. I got real close studying his cock very closely. Occasionally I would look down to mine to compare. Eventually I asked what it was used for. Thanks conservatives in education for cancelling sex ed. And my conservative parents for never teaching me. Because my neighbor taught me about it, I have always had a love. Than, seated in the dark, her hand found the way to the swelling under the cloth of my trousers where her fingernail scratched now and then at the very right place.We were taking care not to let me explode.Another afternoon some weeks later Margot gave me a fonecall from the school to announce a gettogether of the teachers in a nearby bar, to celebrate the birthday of one of them.Her husky voice asked me bluntly:"The day has come?" When I said "Yes!" with my hart beating in my drumming ears,. ” I left her office feeling stunned. I knew I needed to add more to my portfolio, but I didn’t expect her to come down so hard on me. Shit, if I lost a letter grade in every class there’s no way I’d qualify for my scholarship. I headed back to my room to start gathering stuff up.“Damn it, Melody. Stop it! This is serious. If I don’t finish this and get it right, I won’t even be able to come back next year.” I had piles of material spread out all over the bed and was redoing one of my portrait.