“No sir, no he doesn’t.”
Mr. When I’d finished cleaning him off he threw a rag at me. He didn’t say anything else, but he kept staring until I got off at the middle school. The sun had set and I had to walk through the animal stalls to get to the carnival. When I’d finished cleaning him off he threw a rag at me. It was Monday morning on the bus when I realized I hadn’t brought a sweater. I didn’t know it was going to be a chapter story – if you want to read about how it all started read – Cornfield Rape, Mr. I still didn’t know what to do about my problem, then it hit me. When I didn’t stop him, or say anything he finished unbuttoning my shirt and pushed it apart showing my white bra with my hard nipples poking through.
