I got off Harbor highway and walked into the woods at the green sign. It made no sense. I didn't know why I had decided to come there. Perhaps it was what he said about me. The things I did when I thought no one was looking like deliberately going to church without my bra so Michael Connor could look at my breasts.
Was that what he meant when he said he knew the things I did? Did he know about the many times I placed my fingers on my c**t and rubbed them lightly until my eyes rolled back from ecstasy? There was no way he could have known that. No one had ever seen me doing it.
I told myself I was only going there to ask questions. I needed to know what exactly he meant by the things he said. Yes, that was my only reason for going there. I was a devoted Christian. A twenty-one-year-old vi
