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Rue
I’m wedged into the back seat of the sedan between Father Derrik and one of his stooges, who is staring at me with a dead-eyed smirk on his face. The Father stares out the window, drumming his fingers on his knee.
The boy next to me adjusts himself, not bothering to hide his obvious erection. I pretend not to notice, although he keeps rubbing and adjusting his crotch, perhaps hoping I’ll take an interest. The thought occurs to me that if I were to start behaving brazenly, kissing the boy and rubbing his c**k with my hand, it would infuriate Father Derrik.
Then again, I’ve never had punishments from Father Derrik that have ended well for me. A shudder runs down my spine, just thinking about him turning away, letting the boy take me right here.
I gaze straight ahead, out the wind
