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Having an argument with my father, he was yelling and screaming at me and I was trying to respond, trying to yell back but nothing would come out of my mouth it was as though I had no voice, i couldnt speak, and he left me, abandoned me, and I chased after him, I followed him to the house I grew up in and I was trying to talk to him but couldnt and I was afraid, he said horrible things to me, that he hated me, that he never loved me and that he was ashamed of me, that I wasnt his daughter any more. My mother was there, but my mom is dead. She just sat there, silently, she didnt move and didnt speak.

I was kneeling at my professor's feet, and she wanted to try her bra on me, reaching down over a short wall. I was totally embarrassed by her attention. She kept staring at me in a sexual way, and forcefully tried to put the bra on me, over my clothes. I held my arms down at my sides, but she tried to force it down, over my head, with it still clasped. It hurt. Finally I thought I'd get it over with, so I agreed to try it on, and I took off my shirt and tried to put it on properly. Once I took my arms away from my sides, I felt her coming down on me, and I was intensely embarrassed. The more she stared, and the more she talked, the more embarrassed I became. Other people were there. She scolded me. I felt shame. I realized I was almost naked, except for underwear. I never got the bra on. I found myself lying on the floor, in extreme sexual heat, twisting and turning. One boy stood there and watched the whole thing, making me more embarrassed. I woke up struggling against her sexual advances, in terrible discomfort and sexual arousal, moaning and struggling. I was ashamed. I was so hot and turned on, while being uncomfortable. I was so embarrassed, and it felt so real.

I am in a coffee shop or diner. It's very busy. My friend works there and I sit at the counter eating breakfast, and drinking coffee. It's early morning hours and dark outside, and snowing. All the waitresses have pony tails and aprons on. Surrounded by waitresses or women. My ex is eating breakfast with is friend, my friends husband. I'm nervous and fearful he will see me. I'm really scared to see him. My heart is breaking because I want to talk to him but I'm afraid. He see's me and I act like I don't see him. I turn away from him and talk to his friend Scott. My ex stands behind me trying to get my attention. He puts his chin on my shoulder because I have my back toward him. He comes up behind me and holds me very tight. I won't turn around. He talks to me. He asks me if I still love him. he tells me he misses me and thinks about me, and he says he loves me. I finally turn around and break down crying and put my face on his chest. He hugs me tight. I feel relief. I feel loved. He drops a bag but ignores it and continues to hold onto me not letting go. I stoop down to pick up the stuff and it's cakes, doughnuts, cheesecake, cookies, candy and he won't let go of me, his arm is still around me gripping me tight. I give him the stuff back and I finally tell him how much I miss him. He rejects me and tells me it's over and walks out the door, and I start crying. I chase after him and scream in a high voice how angry I am that he has left me there crying. He laughs at me. Some girl calls and I answer the telephone, her name is Diana, she asks my friend if I'm okay. We realize she is my ex's new girlfriend . I feel rejected, and ashamed. I feel I have no pride left. My boyfriend had bangs, his hair is brown and casually styled. Very relaxed. He's wearing a greyish blue sweatshirt and jeans. Hes carrying a white plastic bag full of sweets. He is shocked and happy to see me.

I was kneeling at my professor's feet, and she wanted to try her bra on me, reaching down over a short wall. I was totally embarrassed by her attention. She kept staring at me in a sexual way, and forcefully tried to put the bra on me, over my clothes. I held my arms down at my sides, but she tried to force it down, over my head, with it still clasped. It hurt. Finally I thought I'd get it over with, so I agreed to try it on, and I took off my shirt and tried to put it on properly. Once I took my arms away from my sides, I felt her coming down on me, and I was intensely embarrassed. The more she stared, and the more she talked, the more embarrassed I became. Other people were there. She scolded me. I felt shame. I realized I was almost naked, except for underwear. I never got the bra on. I found myself laying down on the floor, in extreme sexual heat, twisting and turning. One boy stood there and watched the whole thing, making me more embarrassed. I woke up struggling against her sexual advances, in terrible discomfort and sexual arousal, moaning and struggling. I was ashamed. I was so hot and turned on, while being uncomfortable. I was so embarrassed, and it felt so real.

I was kneeling at my professor's feet, and she wanted to try her bra on me, reaching down over a short wall. I was totally embarrassed by her attention. She kept staring at me in a sexual way, and forcefully tried to put the bra on me, over my clothes. I held my arms down at my sides, but she tried to force it down, over my head, with it still clasped. It hurt. Finally I thought I'd get it over with, so I agreed to try it on, and I took off my shirt and tried to put it on properly. Once I took my arms away from my sides, I felt her coming down on me, and I was intensely embarrassed. The more she stared, and the more she talked, the more embarrassed I became. Other people were there. I realized I was almost naked, except for underwear. I never got the bra on. I found myself lying on the floor, in extreme sexual heat, twisting and turning. One boy stood there and watched the whole thing, making me more embarrassed. I woke up struggling against her sexual advances, in terrible discomfort and sexual arousal, moaning and struggling. I was ashamed. I was so hot and turned on, while being uncomfortable. I was so embarrassed, and it felt so real.

I was walking into class when I saw everyone sitting down, with the exception of two of my close male friends. Their names were Shashank and Collin, and they happened to be best friends. They were bickering back and forth about some girl that they both seemed to like. I was confused because what I knew was that Shashank liked a girl named Avery- who is not only gorgeous, but smart. As for Collin he liked my best friend Xochitl. The funny thing was that i also used to have crushes on them.The argument was heated. In fact, it was so heated that our counselor came in and told them to explain what was going on in their point of view. Collin and shashank both described in depth that they happened to like a certain girl in the classroom and they confessed their love for her, keeping her name anonymous. I thought it must've been that girl Yvonne that hung out with both Xochitl and Avery. But everyone started staring at me and I realized I was the girl they were fighting for.

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