I laid on the ground forgetting about all the judgmental looks i got threw out the day,it wasn’t even a big deal but in this small town everyone hears each other’s exposed business. I was starting to regret that night when he brushed his hands against my thigh, which gravitated to more as his huge pale hands continue up my thigh, continuing up and touching something so sensitive.

If only someone didn’t record the whole thing I would be able to forget, to forget about how good it felt even though we knew it was a sin, but the way our body’s urged to be touch by one another, it’s hard to believe that such thing was a sin.

The reactions from my neighborhood didn’t bother me as much as my own family reaction did,when I walked in the house it was like I didn’t exist anymore, there weren’t 5 plates at the table anymore they’re were only 4.

You wouldn’t believe how much things could change overnight, but in reality I don’t regret what happened feeling his hands touch my body ever so gently made me want to feel it all over again, but am I willing to face the consequences?

My body shoots up as I here a grunt closely threw out the forest, I grab a stick for protection.