First meeting, 4D. Big smile.
He takes me to the empty classroom next door. Locks the door behind us. Doesn't turn on the lights. The blinds are drawn.
With a quick deftness he turns a desk around and invites me to sit.
I sit.
He sits in a desk next to the desk he's turned around, his facing the opposite direction, and scoots it closer. A nest. A desk nest. A strangely intimate setting created, in seconds, from the world's least sensuous furniture imaginable. He promises this conversation is covered by the Seal of the Confessional.
As we talk, he leans toward me. At some point, his outer thigh presses my outer thigh. It feels reassuring. I tell him much. much more than I intended to. I am really so ready to have an adult's help with the mess I've gotten into over the summer. I've been feeling suicidal.
He wants me to come back again. He can help me.
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