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Kung mabait ang pakikitungo niya sa akin noon ay mas lalo siyang naging mabait sa akin ngayon.
Pero kasabay ng magandang pakikitungo niya ay ang pagiging agresibo niya sa pananantsing kapag may pagkakataon. Kapag naghuhugas ako ng plato ay bigla na lang itataas ang palda ko sabay pi-fingerin ang hiwa ko hanggang sa labasan ako. Nang nagpaplantsa ako ay papasok siya sa kwarto para magpa-blowjob. At may pagkakataon pang habang kausap niya ang kanyang assistant sa opisina o mga kliyente sa telepono ay tatawagin naman niya ako sa kusina at papaupuin sa tabi niya at magpapa-jakol sa akin habang pi-finggerin naman niya ako. Dahil may kausap siya ay pinipigilan naming umungol hanggang sa labasan kaming dalawa. Dahil sa gawaing ito ay hindi ko na maiwasang masanay, o maghanap. May pagkakataon pa ngang parang gusto ko nang magpaangkin sa kanya para tuluyan nang umalpas ang pagnanasang nararamdaman ko ngayon.
July ___, 20___
“Be careful what you wish for.” Isang kasabihang madalas kong naririnig pero hindi ko inuunawa nang husto, kung ano ang ibig sabihin ng mga katagang iyon.
Hanggang sa mangyari ang isang bagay na ling inaasam ko pero hindi ko inaasahan.
“Millet, I am re-assigned to Switzerland and perhaps live there permanently. I will leave next week.”
Parang namanhid ang buong katawan ko sa sinabi ni sir. Tatapusin na ba niya ang serbis...
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Part 4 Manong (like a virgin) - please give me feedback if you want the rest of my stories which are excerpts from my diary and personal logs, and do pardon my tagalog, this is more like uh confession – Sis. Chastity
One stormy Sunday morning, we were all hurrying to get back to our cottages and dorms as the rain began to pour in buckets and the winds are blowing hard. The children and the other sisters were already gone and I was all that was left in the chapel as I was in charge with most of the church tasks that sunday. As tried to make it back to my cottage I slipped and my umbrella got blown away, the rains made it hard to see and I got lost in the vegetable patch where the mud made it harder to walk until I fell again and got mud all over my uniform, then I saw the shack in the distance and took off my flip flops (uh chinelas?) and made a run for the shack and being cold wet and muddy I decided to stay there until the storm blew over. As I sat on the papag, I felt very uncomy being very wet and muddy I decided to take my skirt and headress off and hang them. I took off my skirt and as I was about to pull my headress off I noticed movement in the corner of my eye and when I turned I gasped when I saw manong the groundskeeper looking at me with his ugly mouth opened his bloodshot eyes bulging. Instinctively I pulled my shirt down as my legs are exposed, we were silent as we look at each other for minutes. His frame reminded me of the figure in th...