when i was 9 years old, i was new to a sunday school class. the teacher would draw our lessons.
he even drew the story of david and bathsheba and drew her naked.
i was afraid to draw her. he laughed at me.
one morning he massaged my shoulders and quickly went down to where my br***** would be if i had any.
i was getting bigger and growing. i started to smell i sat further away from him cos i always ended up sitting next to him in our class.
he defended me when a boy teased me and wanted to know why i sat further away. one time he said he was sad cos i did not want a donut.
he even drew the story of david and bathsheba and drew her naked.
i was afraid to draw her. he laughed at me.
one morning he massaged my shoulders and quickly went down to where my br***** would be if i had any.
i was getting bigger and growing. i started to smell i sat further away from him cos i always ended up sitting next to him in our class.
he defended me when a boy teased me and wanted to know why i sat further away. one time he said he was sad cos i did not want a donut.
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