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04 There has never been so ashamed of all my life all my life. I felt like a small, three-year-old girl that his parents had caught a durable crime. Nothing and nobody could help me anymore. It cracked and crunched in the entablature of my personality and all my self -esteem, all of my people broke together like a sand castle in the hot, withered light of the midday sun. Some in my psyche still hoped that the whole thing was nothing else like a bad nightmare.
Immediately I would wake up, find myself in my familiar bed and everything would be good. But deep inside me I knew that all of this was just consolation and escape. Blind and deaf for the circumstances I had chauffeured myself into the most embarrassing and most threatening situation of my life. I acted like in a trance. I pulled the baskets of mine bra over my breasts and hooked the closure on the back again.
I pulled the two half of the open blouse back together and buttoned them from bottom to top butt. I picked up my carelessly thrown on the floor and grazed it over the Legs to the pool. I could have crying with shame and fainting. People with hands I smoothed my skirt and got back into my shoes. Driven briefly through my hair and I was back in order again on the outside.
External. Inside, my soul landscape of a Japanese city made to death was like a heavy earthquake. My self -confidence, my joie de vivre, my optimism, everything was on the ground in ruins. Unimaginable to rebuild all of this. I sit up with Markus the couch. His limb was still stiff and proudly up. Was for a man. And then this! I took his hand and pressed it. He looked at me.
He had the mind of a two-year-old children, but in his eyes I was able to read a speechless understanding, a warm sympathy. I took his pants and pulled her carefully over his member. His powerful trunk pressed the light fabric outwards like an oversized rod of a large Indian tent. I pressed Markus a fleeting kiss onto the cheek and rose. What would be imminent now?It was a long way back to the DR office.
Muenster. If it didn’t sound so triggers: every single step was a pain. With every single door I thought about just cutting away and yet I knew that it would bring me nothing. The series of photos, the DR. Had shot Münster, was my downfall. I could have denied everything, I would have denied everything, only against the pictures I was powerless. How could I have been so stupid and naive.
The entrance door in the management was based, the door in the management room was open. My body failed me. I suspected what awaited me in the director’s room. I just couldn’t. It was not fair and it was unfair from fate to punish myself for this little offense. I suffered hells. It was trembling and trembling in me, my knees almost failed me. It did not bring me anything – I had to go through it – whatever it wanted.
I slowly stepped through the door into the management room. Dr. Münster had chosen a strategically cheap position – he SAJ3 behind his desk – protected and confident and powerful. – Ms. Dörfer, I have to tell you that something like that has not come to me my entire career. His words shot out like countless, small, malignant snake heads. Theatrically, he pulled the air and raised his arms. – If I hadn’t experienced it myself, I wouldn’t believe it!I didn’t believe him either.
The clever fox had threaded everything brilliantly and I had promptly into the trap. Something, someone had to help me! But nobody came, only I stopped in this big room in front of the desk and could only wait what happened … Dr. Münster rose and came up to me, everything was cramped in me. – We do everything we can to give our dear disabled a loving environment, and then something like that.
His eyes measured me from top to bottom and he seemed to like what he saw. – I think they don’t make any ideas, – he took a break – what effect this mess has for the sensitive psyche of Markus. There was no resistance in me, everything stayed still, everything remained dead. – What did you think?There was a longer break in which you only heard the sloping ticking of a watch.
– so well if you don’t want. Münster turned and stood behind his desk. – It is probably clear to them that as a home manager, I have the official and moral obligation to report this disgusting incident to the public prosecutor and of course also to inform your employer!He picked up a thin act from the desk and opened it. His cold, insensitive eyes targeted me like a slaughter animal. -You work on the company “Info Managment”? It was much more a statement because a question.
– I am curious how the management will react to this incident. I wasn’t curious about it, I knew it and of course he knew it too. Perfection and impeccable work were the unwritten credo in the company. Nobody could afford such a scandal. In fact, I was already canceled – not to mention the reaction of my friends, acquaintances and neighbors. A longer break was taken. Nobody said anything. Dr. Münster looked at me bored and let the power of the words that he had drained on me in a concentrated form.
It would not have been necessary for the many words. I had already known everything I had heard the disgusting click of the photo apparatus behind me. -Mrs. Dörfer, they behave extremely unclearly and un-ceremony!I would not treat him to the triumph to whitish mercy. I was just guilty of this last piece of self -respect. I looked at him full of hatred in my eyes. – You don’t need to look at me so frequently. I wasn’t the one Brother has misused!- Shabby abused! I lost the laboriously maintained version.
Tears ran over my face. – You perverse and sick pig. You deliberately provoked this and lured me into a trap. ..I failed my voice. He looked at me triumphantly. – deliberately provoked, perverse pig … he let the words on the Tongue melt. – Mrs. Dörfer, I think you misjudge the facts. – if I didn’t – accidentally – had passed. Skilfully failed his voice. How often he was already playing this game, smearing in this role?Dr.
Münster set new. – Mrs. Dörfer, how do you know so -called short -circuit acts in psychology. Without wanting it, I locked the ears interested. I was ready to cling to every straw, but he was so small. – People then behave very differently than siels and their surroundings awaited..- They then quasia a victim of the circumstances..Münster emerged behind his desk and put my arm around my shoulder.
– Now they are not so scared. A hand of him touched my chest and then clamped it. – We will already find ways to clean up the situation that is so uncomfortable for them. I only knew too well, whereupon he wanted to. My whole body cramped, but inside I knew that I had nothing to oppose his demands. I was and his perverse fantasies and play complete delivered.
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