In the Beginning

It started from the beginning, really.  I was a young girl in a plaid skirt and a crisp white blouse.  Kneeling behind a screen.

He wouldn't give me absolution.  Because when he asked if I was sorry for my sin, and intended to commit it no more, I honestly replied, "No."

He became emotional.  He'd never had to do this before.  "Do you want to meet with me tomorrow after school to discuss this matter further?" he asked in his deep voice.

Sure, OK.

"Can I see who you are?"

Ya, go ahead.

"Can I... just... give you a hug, girl?"

Um, ya, OK.

And then he did.  That particular "hug" I would come to know so well.

You know how adults hug- they bend forward at the waist, or they go in from the side.  Not this wretched fat man.

No, he pressed his whole fleshy body against me and held me tight, for an eternal 2 seconds.

And he told me to come, tommorow to room 4D.