In The WoodsIn summer, I like walking in the woods with nothing but a tshirt and very short shorts, pretending to do sports. I'm afraid to meet people. Sometimes, if I see a family,I prefer to hide away. But sometimes, if I see a mature man, I keep on walking slowly, greet him with a shy smile. I would like him to look at me. I imagine he could tell me I am not properly clothed. Don't am I ashamed? If he were my father, he would punish me . He takes me by the arm and slap my thigh. I am blushing, telling I am sorry. He slaps harshly my other thigh. And again harder. I start crying. He tells me to go away and to wear decent clothes. But it's just a dream.
Bataviot 51-55, M 7 Responses 2 Dec 3, 2011