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Now I’m further up the corporate ladder, I’m on a good salary and whenever visions of that groping incident enter my head, I’m able to push them away. He thinks I'm going to move away, but I want to show him that I'm not scaredof anything anymore, so I stand there, and he moves his head closer andcloser, until his lips are on mine, and his tongue is in my mouth. I'vedone this before, with boys, and I want to make sure Dad can tell that Iknow what I'm doing. I move my tongue with his, and wrap my arms aroundhim. I press my breasts against him, and he moans softly . Suddenly I almost jumped out of my skin and my heart stopped as the bedroom door opened, and there in the doorway staring at me, was my mother, with my sister Sally peering right behind her! Little Miss Prissy interviewed the Pasty Muncher for a blokes view of women’s underwear – she should have known better – Pasty concluded We did get to go to camp together, but it was a full year later. However, at the Easter Camp I went on my own as I was desperate to see Mrs Manders again! Mrs Manders was pleased to see me and I was thrilled to get a special hug from her.

I was so frightened though curious that I pretended to still be sleeping. After this, he tried to have full sex with me, but I pushed him off. Then he started being very nice to me, introducing me to his friends and giving me presents. The sight of Ben, stiff with pleasure, bouncing up and down on his toes was something I shall never forget for as long as I live. That wonderful room was to become our hidey-hole of sexy delights and wanking adventures for the rest of our stay at Chamberlains.At last spring has arrived and thoughts turn to hot sunny days, warm long evenings and of course fun filled holidays. As a teenager I always used to spend about ten days each year with Cousin Clare and her parents. Clare wasn’t actually my cousin, but her mother and my mother were at school together, and it was a convenient way to refer to her. Clare was an only child.

At the time of the following exciting adventure we were sixteen, but I was a few months older than she was. I’m fully aware Creepy Driver Man (CDM) did not murder anyone in this scenario, but he is guilty of sexually harassing a complete stranger and that’s not okay. And I’m not being dramatic when I say that this kind of entitled, predatory attitude towards women escalates to more serious things like rape. A global problem So I got my promotion. I got a significant pay rise and, a year later, Sam doesn’t even work at the company any more.As I did not attend a mixed school my experiences were sadly too few and far between. In fact, most of them were during out of school hours – on the farm where my same age friend lived. He had a sister two years older, who would sometimes bring two or three girls home after school to play around. Usually only executives got to attend so I was really excited about the opportunity and what it might mean for my career. Some time later I sneaked into the washroom and carefully rinsed out my underpants with plenty of hot water. It would now be easier to fib and say they got muddy. The consequences of returning home with cum-filled underpants was beyond my imagination!

Then, almost as if nothing had happened, she pulled his bedclothes over him and kissed him affectionately on his cheek. “Now we know there’s nothing to worry about any more, don’t we dear?” Oh, sorry,” she said. She relaxed her grip. “Is that better?” She gave it a little rub, and I just gulped, and nodded ‘yes!’ The other day I was driving on a busy freeway when I noticed a car near me trying to get my attention. We were driving fast and this driver seemed desperate for me to notice him. I was worried: “Are my lights on? Is fluid spilling out of my car? What the hell is he trying to tell me?” As his car pulled in line to me, I looked at him — a middle-aged guy with glasses and a goatee. Next minute, with aggressive hand gestures, I immediately understood his message. Cupping his chest he was using the universal sign for breasts, and then following that up with a thumbs up. Yup. So gross. Of course, he did it a few times just to be sure I had seen what he was trying to say, then, he sped off. What you’re doing is incestuous. First you are not at all legally allowed to have any sexual relationships because of genetic problems it could bring, if pregnancy occurs. Moreover, you’re too young to be playing with adult emotions. You are having unprotected sex which could either result in unwanted pregnancy or sexually transmitted diseases. Simon, where are you going?” It was Mrs Manders’s strong, authoritative voice. My mind was racing but I could think of absolutely nothing and just kept walking. She called my name again, and again, and I pretended that I hadn’t heard, and just kept walking on. She caught up with me and I felt a strong hand on my shoulder. I immediately jumped as if taken by surprise and gave a little shriek. I muttered some confused gibberish, and then said, “Where am I? Where am I?”From birth, we are told not to be rude, or bossy, or difficult and above all, not to be a bitch. And it’s this obsession with “being nice” that is getting good girls into bad trouble. I always got on really well with my boss Sam — he was pushing 60, had a great sense of humour and was an all-round great boss. Instead I’m going to change my battle cry — we need to change the way we raise boys. I know not all men are handsy-creeps but there are some members of their sex severely letting the team down. Too many men are silent bystanders to sexual harassment which is too often seen as a women’s issue, when it’s clearly a human issue. I can totally relate to that. Nowadays, I will happily tell strangers to “get f—ked” when they disrespect me. Making a change