molested by a vicar!
i went to a private school in the posh bit of cheshire. there were about 150 kids per year, approx 15 of whom were socially retarded.

i was not one of these, believe it or not.

one of them, whom we shall call nhoj and pronounce it backwards, was the son of a very happy clappy vicar. VERY religious. he was once heard to say that he would "rather die than have sex before marriage". i am confident that he will get this wish as i can't believe anyone would do either with him.

anyway. i had the grave misfortune to be sitting directly opposite religious nhoj in latin gcse, at the tender age of 15. this was when i was still good at latin, but the teacher hated me anyway for answering back and wearing makeup etc. one lesson, i felt this - thing - sliding up my skirt. i pulled back a bit, but it followed and resumed sliding.

i pulled back even further, but latin being (deservedly) as popular as nhoj, we were in a tiny classroom and i hit the wall behind me. the slimy thing reached the top of my thighs and started trying to poke around happy valley.

it was nhoj's foot. i knew it. i knew it. i knew this because the other person opposite me was a girl. why the hell he had picked on me to finger with his toes i had no idea. i ran out of the lesson when the bell went, but given st nhoj's religious and geeky beliefs, not even my best mate believed me! so i had to put up with it - i knew full well if i had said anything, he would have denied it and the teacher would have bollocked me. nhoj was the archetypal straight A teacher's pet.

this awful degrading stunt went on for a couple of months before he got caught in the act and ridiculed for the next year. his excuse? "i was feeling very frustrated..."

ha, he went on to become a physics teacher at the school but has now left to become a vicar. wonder what he will be preaching about every sunday...
( rachelswipe with a fork, Fri 19 Jan 2007, 16:43, Reply)