I lived in a small community where there was nothing to do except on Sundays when I was forced into the church. While I sat there on that hard pew to ease the time by fantasizing about the girls who were also forced to sit here, Doris amused himself in the snack bar across the street with the pinball machines. She was a strange duck in our well-known bite, at school she was also more with the head of the school than in the classroom, which I later found suspicious. Doris had already built up quite a reputation and it was easier to name the guys who hadn't had sexual experience with her than… Read more
