I was so embarrassed and felt so warm and whole…bubbling over…now his entire hand holding my wet cunt. He was in the back office at a desk and reading something. Xxx “It’s nice,” I said, not knowing what else to say and then blurted out: “Your hand feels nice on my back Mr. I went to my locker, checked my hair…touched my lips with some lipstick…put all my books, except my English book, in the locker and walked to Mr. I think there is an ‘A’ in your future.” I nodded and returned to his side, legs apart. I was breathing strangely and stood beside him looking down at the book. We started talking, playing. But, as I wrote, we were just then working on poetry and it was hard for me…I was desperate for a good grade so I could graduate and a bad grade
