When Stacie told me what had actually happened, I couldn’t believe it at first, then I wanted to beat myself for doing such a thing, beat Daniel for making me do such a thing, and beat Stacie for telling me I had done such a thing.
This part of my memory, which I had so conveniently forgotten, was the exact thing that makes me embarrassed even to this day. What I didn’t remember was that upon seeing him, I started whispering to Stacie about all the things I would do for him; they were definitely not pleasant to Stacie’s ears. When words didn’t suffice, I tried to act out my fantasies. She tried to stop my advances, but in vain. I was unstoppable. I was a force of nature and I wanted Daniel. Stacie told me how I sat on his lap, straddled him, whispered things to him, and he let me. He wou
