It was six in the morning on a lovely Thursday morning. I could smell the sweet smell of flowers in the distance and even of freshly cut lawns. Birds were singing and the day was so very pleasant. I am the assistant priest at St. Mary's of Perpetual Help and Chaplain for the high school. I walked towards the back door of the high school which I always used in the morning when I entered my office.
As I walked down the hall I saw a figure squatting near my door. I turned the hall lights on and saw Megan. She must have arrived early, just after morning mass. She wore the traditional plaid dress and white blouse with black shoes and white socks. The skirt had crept back showing much of her legs to me as I walked up to her. She seemed in a daze. Startled at my presence she jumped up, almost knocking into my lip with her forehead. I had been leaning down to help her up. It was a moment of embarrassing confusion for both of us.
"Why are you here so early Megan? Is it that important?"
"No. Father, I just wanted to remind you to see me."
"Oh. Alright. Who do you have your first classes with?"
"My first class is Algebra Father, Sister Melatforneau is my teacher."
"We call her sister Agnes, Megan." I chided. She should have known that, it is her senior year of high school. She had been set back a year in grade school and another in first year high. She was about nineteen years old now.
"Come in," I said; as I opened the door. She walked in and I turned the light on. There is a stiff wooden chair next to my desk where the students sit when they seek counseling or confessions from. Sometimes they just came to talk but Megan had never made use of our counseling services before.
I went behind my desk and pulled the comfortable leather office chair back and sat down. As I did, Megan sat down on the wooden chair. Her legs were apart and the briefest white line showed between her opened legs. She began to rock her legs together, opening and closing them as she sat there. I took out a pen and a hall chit to fill it out for her. "How long do you think we'll need?" I asked. "Gee! Father I don't know!"
So I wrote down on the chit that I would have her helping me file for the day. That would get her out of all her classes. I remember hoping that her grades wouldn't be affected.
"Here. Take this to Sister Agnes and let her know that she should pass it along to all your teachers. Understand?"
"Yes. Father. Then should I come right back here?"
"Yes. What did you think?"
"I don't know..." She walked quickly away, and I began to put things in order on my desk. Straightening it up by habit and not necessity.
I heard a faint knock on the door. Then the door opened, Megan delayed a bit as she unhooked the "Confession in Progress!" sign from the inside knob of the door and put it on the outside. I heard the familiar well oiled click of the lock, as she abruptly turned around and quickly walked over and sat down in her chair.
"Father, I'm having a problem with boys." She blurted out. "I'm sorry Megan, but you'll have to tell me a lot more than that if you want me to understand, let alone help you." I protested.
She told me how the boys were taking liberties with her. As they walked by, touching her breasts or giving a quick but forceful rub to her pussy. None of her teachers noticed, as the boys were careful and the other girls only laughed at her. She flushed with embarrassment. A tear rolled down her cheek.
"I'm nineteen Father. They think they can do anything with me, 'cause it isn't against the law!"
"Megan, boys are curious at this age. From what you say, they are merely 'accidentally on purpose' rubbing there hands on you."
