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Apr 2012
She enters the room
where you’re making up
the old men’s beds and

creeps up behind you
and puts her arms around
your waist and breathes

on your neck. What do you
want Sophie? I have work
to do and if Matron finds you

here there’ll be trouble.
She puts her hand over
your mouth and says well

shut the **** up then what
do you expect if you’re pushing
out the words as soon as I get

near you. You smell her hand
near your nose feel her skin
next to yours. You move her

hand away and say do you have
to use that kind of language?
She pulls a face and falls back

on the made up bed and says
what if Matron comes in now eh?
What you going to tell her? Get

up you can’t lay there like that
you say trying to pull her off the
bed. She pulls you down on

top of her and holds you there
as you struggle to get away. Calm
down you ******* ****** boy

I won’t hurt you and she laughs.
You smell peppermint. Her
tongue licks you. Her lips

press on to yours. She pushes
the kiss right into you. You
want to breathe need breath.

She releases you and you get
off the bed and tidy yourself up
and say get off the bed God

knows what the old boys will
think if they come in now and
see you lying there like a *****.

She pokes out her tongue and
says at least they are men and
know what their penises are for.

Come on Sophie give me a break
you say gazing at her there her
uniform rising up her thighs.

Ok ****** boy she says and she
gets off the bed and straightens
out the bedcover and pillows and

then stands gazing at you and says
it’s not every girl who’ll give that kind
of chance. You say nothing and go to

the window and peer out at trees and
bushes in the ground. Then she’s gone.
The room’s silent when you turn around.
Terry Collett
Written by
Terry Collett  Sussex, England
(Sussex, England)   
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