my ex-husband Sandy (which is short for Alexander in Canada) said once, “People named Mike always do rhe wtong thing.” I have seen a few instances of that in my life. Of course its just a silly bug-a-boo. Bit there were two horrific instances in my young life involving a “Mike.” The first was in 2 nd grade when Mike H stood up on a desk in the free time period and said he was going to kiss mxe on the lips on the playground after lunch.
well lunch time came and went and when i hit the playground i saw everybody coming at ms with Mike at the lead and i started running and i ran halfway around the playbround until they caught up with me and i fell to the ground by the swings and everybody was watching. I looked up with terror on my face so he didnt kiss me. Everynody walked away. I probably walked back into the classroom, idk.
fasf forward to the summer of 77, the Kent School Horse Show. I stayed on rather than go home to lackluster vacation by the pool reading books;
my only comfort back then was a desperate masturbation habit which never brought any relief a d at the time I didnf kniw why. My clitoris waa broken. From being need in rhe crotch age5 (?)
now for various reasons and in various ways the whole area is erased.
no more sex.
peace and relief
Back then i didnt have an orgasm such as i see in the movies, although i was not as harmed as I am now.
anyway at the end of show party in the girls dining hall there was a male rider a year older who was slipping me drinks. The riding instructor warned me but i didnt care. It was about my
hey, im doing good hete, please dont block me. There are so many toads and ftogs croaking snd buried here from long ago anf far away that need to come out.
…never going out with any of the boys. I wanted ANY kind of male attention.
so, after a while i went back to my room and passed out. Mike showed up a little while later.sbles the next didnt see as nday and
all i know is that he got into that small bed with me, Kent-style, and sucked on my breasts for about 1/2 hr and then someone came in and it stopped.
that’s it!
Thats all that happened.
after the person left he said i was very horney.
we were both very embarrassed.
He left.
i went to the stable next day and noone was there. I was afraid i would see him.
At a certain point for reasons like this i dropped out of the riding prigram buf they always kept me on the JV roster. Which was so kind of them.
so, when a little boy in a stroller in the mall in St. Pete started bashing his spoon on his tray and souting out happily as I went by and his mother shoutsd back, “Mike!” I thought, “O Lord!” And gave them a wide berth.
Un.Bon.Mot 