In college US History class, I saw a classmate, Clair, sitting at a corner looking withdrawn. In the next few weeks, I constantly saw her with her head down and never socializing with adjacent students nor raising her hand to ask or answer questions. Halfway in the semester, we got partnered to write the course midterm paper. I hoped we could socialize more to possibly become friends and maybe lovers if things go well, but Clair kept acting shy, just talking to or texting me on my phone or coming to my home for paper related issues. When she came one day, I took her to my room, made her sit on a chair, and sat facing her.
She could tell I was mad as I asked why she was acting like this. She fidgeted and hesitantly said she had a bad childhood as many students picked on her for various reasons, the school staff rarely helped after she reported their bullying, and as a result, she hardly made any friends. Life at home was not better.
Her parents punished her harshly if she got anything under an A in any class test or project. I said her life will just worsen unless she changes for the better. She said she does not want to change, fearing it would backfire. I held her hand and assured her I could help her improve her life in many ways. She froze for a few seconds, then agreed. I was excited, then said I wanted to do one thing that would make us both happy and that is to kiss and lick all over her body, give her oral sex, and finger her. She was shocked and said no one did this to her before, but agreed to this after I said I would not help her unless she concurred.