some SHOCKING story
DISCLAIMER: this story is based on a true story therefore i needed to wait to get permission from the students to use their shocking stories and some specified i can use their actual names since they do not regret what they did however i will change their names anyway.
THE JANITOR chapter one
so you dont believe that young kids actually sleep with each other? tv shows teens in bed together acting out like they are "doing intimacy" before age 18, for example donnie darko and more, but that is only fiction right?
truth is important although truly MOST FEMALE MINORS do not want that kind of intimacy yet or know the risk is too great so restrain their desire i had the opportunity to meet the "desparate duo."
rarely VERY young girls want that kind of intimacy so much that they threatened me into doing it.
i will not detail here what i did age five with older girls just mention that one was so desperate that she threatened me to "plug in the power plug or else she would pinch me".
however what i did as a minor is long gone what about what i did s an adult?
in january 2010 i was studying computer technician. i was working as a janitor. one fateful day in january the boss sent me to replace a janitor who was sick with flu virus. so i went to a school. at the gate , for in israel unfortunately schools need high fences and gaurds to keep out physical danger from muslim terrorists that have already tried to shoot and bomb jewish schools as well as the more recent threat from sexual criminals,
so when a man, me, came to the gate the guard hesitated to let me enter. "you are not the janotor dont lie i know the janitor."
i tried to argeu "did he come? i am his replacement."
"liar" he replied. so i called the clean compan who called the principal who called the gard who finally unlocked the gate.
when i went to the principal to hear my work assignment i asked if he wanted substitute teachers or tutors.
he said "not here but in ashdod a school is DESPARATE to replace some rotten awful teachers but cannot find replacements so they begged him to send them "even the worst" one at this school. this principal also could not find replacements so he kept even the dreadful [in hebrew norahee] ones. therefore i should try to get the job in ashdod they would be desperate to take "even you." meaning with zero class room experience.
i agreed since working with brats was way better then working with gross dirt and mud and filthy floors and smelly odorous trash cans.
immediately he phoned the school and notified them he would send an inexperienced janitor if they were desperate. by phone i spoke to the principal and he was desperate so we arranged a job interview. he told the "principal where i was cleaning" to give the money for travel which he would "gladly pay you for on tuesday" as in the popeye carttoon by fleischer.
then i went to the clean the filthy school.
after arranging vacation from the cleaning job whic needed me until the end of the week and allowing me sunday free, i traveled to ashdod to the two job interviews.
+another school gard chapter 2
first i went to one of the many secular schools where i was shocked at how often the kids talked about intimacy and intimate body parts.
before i entered, again i needed to "get past the gard". this gard also called me a liar and said get out or else he would report me to the principal. "good call him he is the one who arranged my interview,"
the jerk argued vehemently that he does not need to call anyone and refused to let me enter.
so i called the number i had and a lady answered. "hi, blank speaking..." she interrupted in her shrill feminine voice "i cant talk now" switched off the phone. so i wrote a text message "i came for my interview."
"i told you you were a liar the principal does not let you in now get away or i will tel the cops another child pervert refuses to leave the school."
because i was innocent i had nothing to fear, so i waited for her to phone me back, but a full tense minute later of the gard yelling at me, to leave and that the cops were coming, she had not!
luckily cops respond slow and i had a few minutes before the patrol came. i tried again and she had seen the message and said "let me talk to the gard." i handed him the phone and he pressed "off". then he lied she never let you in.
behind me i heard the siren... tension mounted and the phone on his desk rang. he smiled smugly and said "you keep away from our kids thay get molested too much already!"
the cops two in a pair were running from their vehicle to block my escape... the SUSPENSE was palpable and tangible!
hs phone rang and rang and the cops neared...
finally my cellular rang and the principal said "hand the phone to the cops" she had seen on the closed circuit security camera.
"dont resist pervert" hollered the male cop his chin dark despite shaving. "the manager" i said in hebrew waving the cell phone at the lady cop. she took my phone and said "we got him this time." and switched off the phone! it rang again and she answered "let him go?? why?" pause.
the angry male froze holding the metal cuffs when he heard that. he glared at me as angry as if i had already raped a girl.
she returned my cel phone and said "he has an interview so write him up for false alarm." the angry cop hissed "hands". the lady said "no just write." the angry impatient cop turned red at the missed chance to cuff someone, both of us.
even innocent need to fear impatient cops.
he wrote a ticket for the false alarm. the tactless gard argued with the cop "its my authority and my job not to let perverts in." so they photographed him and warned if he didnot pay he would pay much more.
the cops left. the lady cop bothered to apologize and the male cop yelled at her "stop showing weakness the criminals can smell weakness".
jeez what a society.
after the cops walked away the gard locked the gate and escorted me warning me in angry tone not to touch those poor kids he repeated it a second time indicating that he was hidinhg his OWN actions.
but nobody would believe me that this repitiion was suspicious... until... i passed a kid in the corridor he said to me, the single janotor, "he touches us that sicko." the gard repeated "liar" and led me to the office.
in the office mr. crab warned the gard that he MUST ANSWER the gard phone and he would face discipline for ignoring the phone and causing a police issue.
the tactless gard argued "i dont care it is the school fine"
"you will personally pay the fine." insisted mr. crab "for not answering the security line."
i added "i suspect him of touching the children."
mr. crab was evidently extra crabby that day and believed me. he immediately typed something and printed the prepared page. "fired for criminal conduct" and handed a copy from the printer to the gard.
"you cant do this i will burn your house" hollered the gard like a mob gang.
crab pulled his pepper spray and aimed. the ex-gard fled.
+first grade brats chpter 3
i left mr. crab's office and saw the kids were in the hallway by their metal lockers swapping books for classes. the principals sent me to teach as substitute to see if i could handle the small group.
in 2010 those brats were age six in first grade. now in 2022 they can give permission and did.
i was sent to the small group of "weaker" students. first graders who needed extra practice in math from the common forty kid classrooms my group were the selected 8 of the weakest students.
what were my teaching materials?
the general principal mr. crab, sent me to the academic principal mrs. baygwyn. she had married the relative of the famous politician "begin pronounced bay+ghin" but he was ashamed of his politics and war activities so changed his name, not to "gay+bin" which would attract ridicule but to baygwyn before the wedding when she took her husband name instead of her family name.
she sent me to the "record room" a huge room with many long rows of metal filing cabinets. the metal drawerhad yellow folders with math papers. the lesson for january was in the january drawer so i found the weeks folders. i started taking 8 papers from each of five folders but had a problem 2 flders had less than 8!
i returned to baygwyn and she instructed me to "copy the missing ones and insure at least one of each remained in the folder." so i obeyed her and with school approval made copies. i had emptied three of the folders which had 8 or less so i checked which and made a copy of those lessons so that each folder had at least one original remaining for future years in adition to copies completing the forty for that week.
i placed four days worth of 8 papers each in the classroom file cabinet and locked it by pressing the lock in.
then she told the brats that they better obey the substitute or else. she left me with 8 bratty six year olds.
i announced "we will practice addition"
a girl yelled "we did it yesterday already" despite the day was sunday!
another girl yelled in hebrew "2 boys with pin [hebrew peeneem meaning pins] plus one girl with zero peeneem is three kids." the boy corrected her "only two kuz girls dont have a stem "ukitz". another boy added "four eggs two for each boy".
that made all the brats giggle. i was SHOCKED. when i was in first grade we never spoke like that.
i was flooded with possible responses to correct the errors or yell at them for bad words or praise the addition?
instead i focusd on the job. i walked to each desk and lay a paper on it explaining "write the answer and we will review."
the desks were two rows of four and the girl and boy on the edge near the window started reading the numbers silently and counting on their fingers. i almost breathed with relief as i lay the papers on the next two desks and then the next two desks and then felt the attack not any pain just surprise...
someone not named david... he did not permit me to say his name just his story, had stood BEHIND me and had pushed the fabric of my pants between the muscular melons at the "bottom" of my back.
as i turned he waved his hand and teased "iks! now my hand is stinky". all the brats laughed and two boys almost fel off their chairs.
i turned to face him in horror trying to think of something to say but only stammered the start of the word manager "min, min" i stammered in shock not pain but surprise.
a girl yelled a rhyme "he is min min from china" which rhymes in hebrew minmin from "sin" meaning china.
the boy teased another rhyme "no believing what you will say min min" in hebrew "maamin" rhymes.
i finally thought of what to say. "we must not touch that way."
DISCLAIMER: this story is based on a true story therefore i needed to wait to get permission from the students to use their shocking stories and some specified i can use their actual names since they do not regret what they did however i will change their names anyway.
THE JANITOR chapter one
so you dont believe that young kids actually sleep with each other? tv shows teens in bed together acting out like they are "doing intimacy" before age 18, for example donnie darko and more, but that is only fiction right?
truth is important although truly MOST FEMALE MINORS do not want that kind of intimacy yet or know the risk is too great so restrain their desire i had the opportunity to meet the "desparate duo."
rarely VERY young girls want that kind of intimacy so much that they threatened me into doing it.
i will not detail here what i did age five with older girls just mention that one was so desperate that she threatened me to "plug in the power plug or else she would pinch me".
however what i did as a minor is long gone what about what i did s an adult?
in january 2010 i was studying computer technician. i was working as a janitor. one fateful day in january the boss sent me to replace a janitor who was sick with flu virus. so i went to a school. at the gate , for in israel unfortunately schools need high fences and gaurds to keep out physical danger from muslim terrorists that have already tried to shoot and bomb jewish schools as well as the more recent threat from sexual criminals,
so when a man, me, came to the gate the guard hesitated to let me enter. "you are not the janotor dont lie i know the janitor."
i tried to argeu "did he come? i am his replacement."
"liar" he replied. so i called the clean compan who called the principal who called the gard who finally unlocked the gate.
when i went to the principal to hear my work assignment i asked if he wanted substitute teachers or tutors.
he said "not here but in ashdod a school is DESPARATE to replace some rotten awful teachers but cannot find replacements so they begged him to send them "even the worst" one at this school. this principal also could not find replacements so he kept even the dreadful [in hebrew norahee] ones. therefore i should try to get the job in ashdod they would be desperate to take "even you." meaning with zero class room experience.
i agreed since working with brats was way better then working with gross dirt and mud and filthy floors and smelly odorous trash cans.
immediately he phoned the school and notified them he would send an inexperienced janitor if they were desperate. by phone i spoke to the principal and he was desperate so we arranged a job interview. he told the "principal where i was cleaning" to give the money for travel which he would "gladly pay you for on tuesday" as in the popeye carttoon by fleischer.
then i went to the clean the filthy school.
after arranging vacation from the cleaning job whic needed me until the end of the week and allowing me sunday free, i traveled to ashdod to the two job interviews.
+another school gard chapter 2
first i went to one of the many secular schools where i was shocked at how often the kids talked about intimacy and intimate body parts.
before i entered, again i needed to "get past the gard". this gard also called me a liar and said get out or else he would report me to the principal. "good call him he is the one who arranged my interview,"
the jerk argued vehemently that he does not need to call anyone and refused to let me enter.
so i called the number i had and a lady answered. "hi, blank speaking..." she interrupted in her shrill feminine voice "i cant talk now" switched off the phone. so i wrote a text message "i came for my interview."
"i told you you were a liar the principal does not let you in now get away or i will tel the cops another child pervert refuses to leave the school."
because i was innocent i had nothing to fear, so i waited for her to phone me back, but a full tense minute later of the gard yelling at me, to leave and that the cops were coming, she had not!
luckily cops respond slow and i had a few minutes before the patrol came. i tried again and she had seen the message and said "let me talk to the gard." i handed him the phone and he pressed "off". then he lied she never let you in.
behind me i heard the siren... tension mounted and the phone on his desk rang. he smiled smugly and said "you keep away from our kids thay get molested too much already!"
the cops two in a pair were running from their vehicle to block my escape... the SUSPENSE was palpable and tangible!
hs phone rang and rang and the cops neared...
finally my cellular rang and the principal said "hand the phone to the cops" she had seen on the closed circuit security camera.
"dont resist pervert" hollered the male cop his chin dark despite shaving. "the manager" i said in hebrew waving the cell phone at the lady cop. she took my phone and said "we got him this time." and switched off the phone! it rang again and she answered "let him go?? why?" pause.
the angry male froze holding the metal cuffs when he heard that. he glared at me as angry as if i had already raped a girl.
she returned my cel phone and said "he has an interview so write him up for false alarm." the angry cop hissed "hands". the lady said "no just write." the angry impatient cop turned red at the missed chance to cuff someone, both of us.
even innocent need to fear impatient cops.
he wrote a ticket for the false alarm. the tactless gard argued with the cop "its my authority and my job not to let perverts in." so they photographed him and warned if he didnot pay he would pay much more.
the cops left. the lady cop bothered to apologize and the male cop yelled at her "stop showing weakness the criminals can smell weakness".
jeez what a society.
after the cops walked away the gard locked the gate and escorted me warning me in angry tone not to touch those poor kids he repeated it a second time indicating that he was hidinhg his OWN actions.
but nobody would believe me that this repitiion was suspicious... until... i passed a kid in the corridor he said to me, the single janotor, "he touches us that sicko." the gard repeated "liar" and led me to the office.
in the office mr. crab warned the gard that he MUST ANSWER the gard phone and he would face discipline for ignoring the phone and causing a police issue.
the tactless gard argued "i dont care it is the school fine"
"you will personally pay the fine." insisted mr. crab "for not answering the security line."
i added "i suspect him of touching the children."
mr. crab was evidently extra crabby that day and believed me. he immediately typed something and printed the prepared page. "fired for criminal conduct" and handed a copy from the printer to the gard.
"you cant do this i will burn your house" hollered the gard like a mob gang.
crab pulled his pepper spray and aimed. the ex-gard fled.
+first grade brats chpter 3
i left mr. crab's office and saw the kids were in the hallway by their metal lockers swapping books for classes. the principals sent me to teach as substitute to see if i could handle the small group.
in 2010 those brats were age six in first grade. now in 2022 they can give permission and did.
i was sent to the small group of "weaker" students. first graders who needed extra practice in math from the common forty kid classrooms my group were the selected 8 of the weakest students.
what were my teaching materials?
the general principal mr. crab, sent me to the academic principal mrs. baygwyn. she had married the relative of the famous politician "begin pronounced bay+ghin" but he was ashamed of his politics and war activities so changed his name, not to "gay+bin" which would attract ridicule but to baygwyn before the wedding when she took her husband name instead of her family name.
she sent me to the "record room" a huge room with many long rows of metal filing cabinets. the metal drawerhad yellow folders with math papers. the lesson for january was in the january drawer so i found the weeks folders. i started taking 8 papers from each of five folders but had a problem 2 flders had less than 8!
i returned to baygwyn and she instructed me to "copy the missing ones and insure at least one of each remained in the folder." so i obeyed her and with school approval made copies. i had emptied three of the folders which had 8 or less so i checked which and made a copy of those lessons so that each folder had at least one original remaining for future years in adition to copies completing the forty for that week.
i placed four days worth of 8 papers each in the classroom file cabinet and locked it by pressing the lock in.
then she told the brats that they better obey the substitute or else. she left me with 8 bratty six year olds.
i announced "we will practice addition"
a girl yelled "we did it yesterday already" despite the day was sunday!
another girl yelled in hebrew "2 boys with pin [hebrew peeneem meaning pins] plus one girl with zero peeneem is three kids." the boy corrected her "only two kuz girls dont have a stem "ukitz". another boy added "four eggs two for each boy".
that made all the brats giggle. i was SHOCKED. when i was in first grade we never spoke like that.
i was flooded with possible responses to correct the errors or yell at them for bad words or praise the addition?
instead i focusd on the job. i walked to each desk and lay a paper on it explaining "write the answer and we will review."
the desks were two rows of four and the girl and boy on the edge near the window started reading the numbers silently and counting on their fingers. i almost breathed with relief as i lay the papers on the next two desks and then the next two desks and then felt the attack not any pain just surprise...
someone not named david... he did not permit me to say his name just his story, had stood BEHIND me and had pushed the fabric of my pants between the muscular melons at the "bottom" of my back.
as i turned he waved his hand and teased "iks! now my hand is stinky". all the brats laughed and two boys almost fel off their chairs.
i turned to face him in horror trying to think of something to say but only stammered the start of the word manager "min, min" i stammered in shock not pain but surprise.
a girl yelled a rhyme "he is min min from china" which rhymes in hebrew minmin from "sin" meaning china.
the boy teased another rhyme "no believing what you will say min min" in hebrew "maamin" rhymes.
i finally thought of what to say. "we must not touch that way."
Another girl sneered "we? you will touch us!"
"no!" i denied, "i am not like that."
dave teased again "you think that was bad..."
another brat interrupted saying "he did not hit you".
the first not named dave continued "gard bleep grabbed me HERE" and he pushed his little first grade palm on the intimate part of my [ants and then slid his hand sideways... i was too surprised to hide my moan of pleasure.
somebody said "he did not hurt you" but i was distracted.
when dave released and stepped back i knew what to say, "he got fired" i blurted out. in hebrew "hu mfutar."
dave almost smiled "liar".
" i caused this today."
"if that is true i will give you a muffin tomorow" said dave retreating to his chair and opening his pack to find a muffin. somebody said "if that is true i will give you MORE than a muffin". it was a boy who had not yet got his math paper.
a little girl brazenly explained "he means the pleasure of orgasm" in hebrew orgazma. i almost stopped my heart beat hearing her talk about intimacy so brazenly. she wrote me permission to say her name now that she is 18 because she does not regret it and today seems like a great funny story but her name was not dvora. back to the classroom, "she is right" said the same boy not named beryl.
another brat interrupted saying "he did not hit you".
the first not named dave continued "gard bleep grabbed me HERE" and he pushed his little first grade palm on the intimate part of my [ants and then slid his hand sideways... i was too surprised to hide my moan of pleasure.
somebody said "he did not hurt you" but i was distracted.
when dave released and stepped back i knew what to say, "he got fired" i blurted out. in hebrew "hu mfutar."
dave almost smiled "liar".
" i caused this today."
"if that is true i will give you a muffin tomorow" said dave retreating to his chair and opening his pack to find a muffin. somebody said "if that is true i will give you MORE than a muffin". it was a boy who had not yet got his math paper.
a little girl brazenly explained "he means the pleasure of orgasm" in hebrew orgazma. i almost stopped my heart beat hearing her talk about intimacy so brazenly. she wrote me permission to say her name now that she is 18 because she does not regret it and today seems like a great funny story but her name was not dvora. back to the classroom, "she is right" said the same boy not named beryl.
mary said "what do you mean you are not like that?"
"i do not touch those places." i explained. then another girl teased "only if you lack a stem"
dave corrected her "he has ukitz i felt it" while dave was waving the plastic muffin package that once held a muffin to show he was not lying about his gratitude.
evrrybody but me giggled.
i silently gave the last papers and repeated "write the answers and we will review them."
suddenly the atmosphere in the room changed i could sense all the teasing ended and i looked at the door mrs. baygwyn was looking in the window to check if i was touching the kids so they pretended to write the answers.
when she left the window a kid, not named katy, although she gave permission to use her real name, said "you better not touch me. i brought a metal pen today." and she waved it.
"i am not like that." i tried to calm the traumatized victims.
"no stem" in hebrew ukitz teased dvora.
dave corected her "i felt it he has ukitz".
"and its poking out now" teased katy pointing.
somebody teased "he loves dave he loves dave."
"no. it response. now get to work."
suddenly they were writing and i looked at the window. baygwyn had peeked in again. she opened the door and said "i am pleasantly surprised to see they are actually writing. very impressive mr. bleep."
then to the brats. "katy please read number one."
" i need to go number one" said dave.
"not now" said the principal.
"i dont really have too" added dave.
katy read "six plus seven is 13."
"correct" i said.
"wrong" said the principal
"twelve?" guessed katy.
dvora in a serious tone "after seven is 8," she raised a finger, "9 10 11 12 13." she concluded.
katy argued "six was first"
"choose the larger" i said.
bayggwyn said "only dvora gave the correct answer not katy. now dave read number two."
"i gotta go number two" said tommy.
"go," said baygwyn.
"i dont really need to go." added tommy.
she checked the answers and every sample was correct except one kid changed the answer when we reviewed.
after we had reviewed the ten addition, baygwyn said "crab is so impressed that he wants you to stay the full hour for salary so tel the kids a story from the religious bible."
"tell us about onan" said dave. i could hardly breathe.
"who?" asked baygwyn.
"josef saw dreams..." i started.
a shrill feminine voice whined " we heard that one already"
"shh" the class chorussed so i could continue the story.
baygwynn left. "he saw bundles of grain surrounding his bundle and they bowed down to his bundle."
"to him," corrected dave.
i ignored him to continue, "he told the dream to his brothers [as the bible story not the original boring story before rabbis corrupted to add excitement of false BETRAYAL and other evil elements to falsely blame the VIRTUOUS BROTHERS.] "they hated josef, i continued the bible story.
"i hate gard bleep" said dave, "i wanna push him in a pit of scorpions"
"yay" the class chorused.
i continued the story until crab interrupted "thanks for the hour. were their any incidents?"
"he is the first one to believe us about gard bleep." said dave who had planned to get my attention as above.
"if he believed you then i believe you we fired him today." said crab.
then to me "come back after lunch for the older kids."
i had traveled by train from six until almost nine and taught from around 1030 to 1130. so i had time before lunch i walked a few blocks to the other school interview hoping that place was calmer." i understood dave had only attacked me to show how awful the gard was.
+ the religious school chapter 4
at the other school the kids were eating lunch so the corridor was empty i sat by the religious principal who i must hide his name and his school.
"which school did you teach at before?" asked rabbi not named raisin.
"none"
"good" said raisin "i dont want past trauma here."
well too late for THAT. i thought to myself.
"i only have one question." said raisin and paused.
"i know bible stories and religious talmud."
"no not that anybody can prepare a lesson. will you FLICK the brats when they need it?"
"flick? no i never smack." i replied waving my hand in a smack motion.
"no not smack just a small flick" and he smacked his own face loudly.
"no sir. i dont do that."
"i need someone who flick them when they need it."
"no. i will use other punishments.'
"then leave."
"but i passed your test."
"no test i need someone who will flick."
i started walking to the door certain this was just a test... but he did not stop me. at the door i turned and said "you want me to say i will flick or else i dont get paid".
"no, i alrady decided no flick no job."
i judge his as guilty. so i cannot say his real name nor do i even remeber now 12 years later who nor which religious school in ashdod only that he was obeying the jewish rabbi books "must hit students" which now is crime, but the law is not enforced.
i went back to the first school. and that was when the WORSE shock happened.
+the threat chapter 5
warning this is a traumatizing story so parental disgression required.
but hey everybody reads the bible about genesis and dina... and the mass murder in genesis and other traumatizing horrible stories in the holy bible... only to make the story exciting but children believe they occurred and so do some militarist i mean literalist teachers and rabbis.
as i walked down the crowded corridor a group of three girls was moving extra slow toward me in a suspicious way... while others rushed to class as the girl nearest me passed... i hear a click... and felt my knee... something pressed just above my left knee.'
i looked down and saw the stapler.
she handed me a folded note and ran with her pals to class.
the "ransome note" warned. "this time the stapler was empty but if you arenot by the door to follow my instructions at 2 pm.
i continued reading the typed hebrew words. "be at the door of the library at 2pm"
i was curious and feared the threat it coulda been loaded and i already would have sufferd. i cant block a sneaky stapler.
the class was cancelled so i prepared for the 3 oclock math class of fifth graders. at 2 i walked to the door of the library and entered.
the girl, who gave permission to use her real name for educational purposes, but not named doris, was watching by the door of the toilet as i stood by the library, which was dark and unused.
i entered the library and doris followed with her stapler. i knew this time it was loaded what could she possibly want? she looked like first grade barely six years old.' she wore a dress pale orange reaching her knees.
"i am not like that you dont need the stapler" i urged.
"ken ani ken" she argued meaning yes i yes or yes i do.
"bend down so i can tell you a secret"
i obeyed my terrorist.
as i leaned forward her hand grabbed the tube. and she whispered "from this morning i felt i needed you."
i tried to talk but the pressure on the tube was too distracting.
"i want you to put this" she pushed hrder on my tube, "in me."
the pressure lessend and i said "it will hurt, you are six!"
"i am seven and i use a dildo but when i saw YOU it is not enough."
"the pressure increased but not yet a painful pinch. she continued to whisper "you are in my hand either pain or pleasure."
i tried to say yes but the pleasure was too intense to speak. i nodded and tried "k k" i gagged.
then she started "petting the cat spine" as she instructed "in ten minutes you will leave the school turn left and walk until the bank leumi. i will follow. in the bank sit and i will pass you to go to the men toilet. you will follow and knock the code. if i answer the code count to twenty and open the door if not go back for a minute and repeat." i nodded as she continued petting the cat.
"tell me when the seed is about to come out and i will stop." said the seven year old. i said "no need i will obey."
"ken ata ken" she argued meaning yes you do.
i was too distracted to think about what she was doing until she paused and hugged me very tight. her arms reached behind my shirt and her chest bone pressed hard on the hard tube.
pressing less tight and tighter and up and repeat " akshab" i whispered thinking she would stop but then she accelerated the pace and... you know what happens when men rub.
she whispered "i feel the pump" mashayva in hebrew. and continued repeating until the pump emptied.
"ten minutes" she repeated and lifted the stapler.
i considered my options if i fled she could tell the truth about our hug and i would be in HUGE trouble or i could stay in school and get my knee stapled or i could find out how "far" she wanted me to go?
she claimed to use a dildo? she was certainly lying... wasnt she? she was probably lying... wasnt she?
i went to the door. my class did not start until 3. nobody would notice and i could say i went to the bank.
on schedule she was at the edge of the corridor. watching the door wearing her backpack.
she was serious. i decided i cant work in ashdod.
i walked obediently to the bank without looking behind me. i entered the bank and sat on a hard wood bench. the workers were too busy to notice me busy with customers or rushing from one job to the next. they cannot be blamed for what doris planned. i can hardly be blamed.
doris entered the bank and passed me i watched her to learn where the toilet was. again i had a chance to run but she could tell the truth that we hugged. she had planned too well. and i honestly wanted to know how far she would go.
when i was five, i had slept with curious third grade girls age seven but never as an adult.
i honestly felt more curious than threatened but had the excuse of blackmail for society.
i followed as busy bees flowed around me from task to task... and reached the toilet marked male. a guy in a suit and tie said "only use man room" sadly they needed to specify that. the door had a sign adding further exclusion "only for men" the same as the sign at the bus station. i pointed to the sign and knocked. the guy watched me and when he heard a knock back he left.
i remembered to count to twenty then opened the unlocked door. she was standing. her dress on as i had hoped. but i had doubted. i locked the door and stood a safe distance from her stapler. i whispered "no dildo correct?" but she was prepared. she was standing ON the toilet seat and waved an adult dildo. it was the first time in my life that i saw one. i had never seen one on tv nor porn nor in those shops.
i emphasize she wrote permission to tell this story and say her real name for educational purposes rarely some girls want at a young age.
we must not hurt them when they do not want. most do not want and even if they do only when they are prepared. but i knew biblical holy isac slept with his wife rebeka when she was age three years that is why REBECCA parents said in holy bible "wait a few months" at least three and half as the rabbis explained and when isac did not delay he is still considered holy. so i can be like holy isac. in fact age seven was DOUBLE. i saw actions of consent not merely words.
"take the towel from my bag and dry your seed." she instructed.
i obeyed and cleaned the sticky jelly.
put oil on this. "she handed me the dildo. so i took baby oil from her pack and oiled it and she shoved it under her dress and with the other hand lifted her dress, standing on the toilet seat to show me she was not lying.
i was suprised by my reaction [credit maze runner] that "turned me on" considering seeing her had no effect, due to her age, but seeing the plug action despite before reproduct age, made me dizzy and inflate.
"oil your plug" she whispered. in hebrew "teka". the contact was not pleasant too soon from the release. i whispered "condom?" she made a "you crazy" face and said "i am seven." meaning no risk of pregnancy. i admitted, "i am scared you will scream"
"i will scream if you delay longer."
yikes!
as she stood i moved forward slowly, hoping she would say "fooled you" or whatever but she kept moving the didlo with one hand. with the other hand moved the dress to cover my plug tube with her pale orange dress. it had those neat parallel pleats that i find very sexy yet neatly covering as they spread and rejoin in each step covering the legs. on the toilet was too high but when she came down still i was too tall. I leaned back against the wall and crouched and she used her dress to cover the tube and under it her fingers bent the tube forward and i crouched my knees and when she was ready... slurp. she slid onto the oily tube.
evrrybody but me giggled.
i silently gave the last papers and repeated "write the answers and we will review them."
suddenly the atmosphere in the room changed i could sense all the teasing ended and i looked at the door mrs. baygwyn was looking in the window to check if i was touching the kids so they pretended to write the answers.
when she left the window a kid, not named katy, although she gave permission to use her real name, said "you better not touch me. i brought a metal pen today." and she waved it.
"i am not like that." i tried to calm the traumatized victims.
"no stem" in hebrew ukitz teased dvora.
dave corected her "i felt it he has ukitz".
"and its poking out now" teased katy pointing.
somebody teased "he loves dave he loves dave."
"no. it response. now get to work."
suddenly they were writing and i looked at the window. baygwyn had peeked in again. she opened the door and said "i am pleasantly surprised to see they are actually writing. very impressive mr. bleep."
then to the brats. "katy please read number one."
" i need to go number one" said dave.
"not now" said the principal.
"i dont really have too" added dave.
katy read "six plus seven is 13."
"correct" i said.
"wrong" said the principal
"twelve?" guessed katy.
dvora in a serious tone "after seven is 8," she raised a finger, "9 10 11 12 13." she concluded.
katy argued "six was first"
"choose the larger" i said.
bayggwyn said "only dvora gave the correct answer not katy. now dave read number two."
"i gotta go number two" said tommy.
"go," said baygwyn.
"i dont really need to go." added tommy.
she checked the answers and every sample was correct except one kid changed the answer when we reviewed.
after we had reviewed the ten addition, baygwyn said "crab is so impressed that he wants you to stay the full hour for salary so tel the kids a story from the religious bible."
"tell us about onan" said dave. i could hardly breathe.
"who?" asked baygwyn.
"josef saw dreams..." i started.
a shrill feminine voice whined " we heard that one already"
"shh" the class chorussed so i could continue the story.
baygwynn left. "he saw bundles of grain surrounding his bundle and they bowed down to his bundle."
"to him," corrected dave.
i ignored him to continue, "he told the dream to his brothers [as the bible story not the original boring story before rabbis corrupted to add excitement of false BETRAYAL and other evil elements to falsely blame the VIRTUOUS BROTHERS.] "they hated josef, i continued the bible story.
"i hate gard bleep" said dave, "i wanna push him in a pit of scorpions"
"yay" the class chorused.
i continued the story until crab interrupted "thanks for the hour. were their any incidents?"
"he is the first one to believe us about gard bleep." said dave who had planned to get my attention as above.
"if he believed you then i believe you we fired him today." said crab.
then to me "come back after lunch for the older kids."
i had traveled by train from six until almost nine and taught from around 1030 to 1130. so i had time before lunch i walked a few blocks to the other school interview hoping that place was calmer." i understood dave had only attacked me to show how awful the gard was.
+ the religious school chapter 4
at the other school the kids were eating lunch so the corridor was empty i sat by the religious principal who i must hide his name and his school.
"which school did you teach at before?" asked rabbi not named raisin.
"none"
"good" said raisin "i dont want past trauma here."
well too late for THAT. i thought to myself.
"i only have one question." said raisin and paused.
"i know bible stories and religious talmud."
"no not that anybody can prepare a lesson. will you FLICK the brats when they need it?"
"flick? no i never smack." i replied waving my hand in a smack motion.
"no not smack just a small flick" and he smacked his own face loudly.
"no sir. i dont do that."
"i need someone who flick them when they need it."
"no. i will use other punishments.'
"then leave."
"but i passed your test."
"no test i need someone who will flick."
i started walking to the door certain this was just a test... but he did not stop me. at the door i turned and said "you want me to say i will flick or else i dont get paid".
"no, i alrady decided no flick no job."
i judge his as guilty. so i cannot say his real name nor do i even remeber now 12 years later who nor which religious school in ashdod only that he was obeying the jewish rabbi books "must hit students" which now is crime, but the law is not enforced.
i went back to the first school. and that was when the WORSE shock happened.
+the threat chapter 5
warning this is a traumatizing story so parental disgression required.
but hey everybody reads the bible about genesis and dina... and the mass murder in genesis and other traumatizing horrible stories in the holy bible... only to make the story exciting but children believe they occurred and so do some militarist i mean literalist teachers and rabbis.
as i walked down the crowded corridor a group of three girls was moving extra slow toward me in a suspicious way... while others rushed to class as the girl nearest me passed... i hear a click... and felt my knee... something pressed just above my left knee.'
i looked down and saw the stapler.
she handed me a folded note and ran with her pals to class.
the "ransome note" warned. "this time the stapler was empty but if you arenot by the door to follow my instructions at 2 pm.
i continued reading the typed hebrew words. "be at the door of the library at 2pm"
i was curious and feared the threat it coulda been loaded and i already would have sufferd. i cant block a sneaky stapler.
the class was cancelled so i prepared for the 3 oclock math class of fifth graders. at 2 i walked to the door of the library and entered.
the girl, who gave permission to use her real name for educational purposes, but not named doris, was watching by the door of the toilet as i stood by the library, which was dark and unused.
i entered the library and doris followed with her stapler. i knew this time it was loaded what could she possibly want? she looked like first grade barely six years old.' she wore a dress pale orange reaching her knees.
"i am not like that you dont need the stapler" i urged.
"ken ani ken" she argued meaning yes i yes or yes i do.
"bend down so i can tell you a secret"
i obeyed my terrorist.
as i leaned forward her hand grabbed the tube. and she whispered "from this morning i felt i needed you."
i tried to talk but the pressure on the tube was too distracting.
"i want you to put this" she pushed hrder on my tube, "in me."
the pressure lessend and i said "it will hurt, you are six!"
"i am seven and i use a dildo but when i saw YOU it is not enough."
"the pressure increased but not yet a painful pinch. she continued to whisper "you are in my hand either pain or pleasure."
i tried to say yes but the pleasure was too intense to speak. i nodded and tried "k k" i gagged.
then she started "petting the cat spine" as she instructed "in ten minutes you will leave the school turn left and walk until the bank leumi. i will follow. in the bank sit and i will pass you to go to the men toilet. you will follow and knock the code. if i answer the code count to twenty and open the door if not go back for a minute and repeat." i nodded as she continued petting the cat.
"tell me when the seed is about to come out and i will stop." said the seven year old. i said "no need i will obey."
"ken ata ken" she argued meaning yes you do.
i was too distracted to think about what she was doing until she paused and hugged me very tight. her arms reached behind my shirt and her chest bone pressed hard on the hard tube.
pressing less tight and tighter and up and repeat " akshab" i whispered thinking she would stop but then she accelerated the pace and... you know what happens when men rub.
she whispered "i feel the pump" mashayva in hebrew. and continued repeating until the pump emptied.
"ten minutes" she repeated and lifted the stapler.
i considered my options if i fled she could tell the truth about our hug and i would be in HUGE trouble or i could stay in school and get my knee stapled or i could find out how "far" she wanted me to go?
she claimed to use a dildo? she was certainly lying... wasnt she? she was probably lying... wasnt she?
i went to the door. my class did not start until 3. nobody would notice and i could say i went to the bank.
on schedule she was at the edge of the corridor. watching the door wearing her backpack.
she was serious. i decided i cant work in ashdod.
i walked obediently to the bank without looking behind me. i entered the bank and sat on a hard wood bench. the workers were too busy to notice me busy with customers or rushing from one job to the next. they cannot be blamed for what doris planned. i can hardly be blamed.
doris entered the bank and passed me i watched her to learn where the toilet was. again i had a chance to run but she could tell the truth that we hugged. she had planned too well. and i honestly wanted to know how far she would go.
when i was five, i had slept with curious third grade girls age seven but never as an adult.
i honestly felt more curious than threatened but had the excuse of blackmail for society.
i followed as busy bees flowed around me from task to task... and reached the toilet marked male. a guy in a suit and tie said "only use man room" sadly they needed to specify that. the door had a sign adding further exclusion "only for men" the same as the sign at the bus station. i pointed to the sign and knocked. the guy watched me and when he heard a knock back he left.
i remembered to count to twenty then opened the unlocked door. she was standing. her dress on as i had hoped. but i had doubted. i locked the door and stood a safe distance from her stapler. i whispered "no dildo correct?" but she was prepared. she was standing ON the toilet seat and waved an adult dildo. it was the first time in my life that i saw one. i had never seen one on tv nor porn nor in those shops.
i emphasize she wrote permission to tell this story and say her real name for educational purposes rarely some girls want at a young age.
we must not hurt them when they do not want. most do not want and even if they do only when they are prepared. but i knew biblical holy isac slept with his wife rebeka when she was age three years that is why REBECCA parents said in holy bible "wait a few months" at least three and half as the rabbis explained and when isac did not delay he is still considered holy. so i can be like holy isac. in fact age seven was DOUBLE. i saw actions of consent not merely words.
"take the towel from my bag and dry your seed." she instructed.
i obeyed and cleaned the sticky jelly.
put oil on this. "she handed me the dildo. so i took baby oil from her pack and oiled it and she shoved it under her dress and with the other hand lifted her dress, standing on the toilet seat to show me she was not lying.
i was suprised by my reaction [credit maze runner] that "turned me on" considering seeing her had no effect, due to her age, but seeing the plug action despite before reproduct age, made me dizzy and inflate.
"oil your plug" she whispered. in hebrew "teka". the contact was not pleasant too soon from the release. i whispered "condom?" she made a "you crazy" face and said "i am seven." meaning no risk of pregnancy. i admitted, "i am scared you will scream"
"i will scream if you delay longer."
yikes!
as she stood i moved forward slowly, hoping she would say "fooled you" or whatever but she kept moving the didlo with one hand. with the other hand moved the dress to cover my plug tube with her pale orange dress. it had those neat parallel pleats that i find very sexy yet neatly covering as they spread and rejoin in each step covering the legs. on the toilet was too high but when she came down still i was too tall. I leaned back against the wall and crouched and she used her dress to cover the tube and under it her fingers bent the tube forward and i crouched my knees and when she was ready... slurp. she slid onto the oily tube.
she had prepared with the dildo and was stretched and oiled double oil. i was too scared to move.
i cannot describe the feeling but it differed from adult intimacy. first she just breathed quickly then she started moving and i did not know where place i was. i did not know time how long. i looked up at her face and saw an ecstasy that made me VERY jealous but only for a moment until my conciousness switched off.
i awoke as she unplugged. she pulled another card from her pocket and checked which card it was.
she said "i was needing that." and handed me her family business card "next week same place." she whispered.
i whispered back, calm that she had not regretted, "you gave me pleasure" as i covered myself again.
"get out already we need to get back to school." she urged.
i left the room. a man was waiting by the door and i said "i made very stinky" he laughed and followed me away from the toilet room to a different man room in the bank.
+the happy ending chapter 6
i left the bank more surprised at my surprise [credit maze runner] i knew seven years old sometimes want but so many years had passed since i was five so i was surprised.
her weekly request was same as when i was five. boys want more frequently. girls know their pattern. now that i read the book maze runner i understand what he meant by "he was surprised at his surprise" but 2010 was after he wrote his book so he gets credit for the idea.
i returned to the school and taught the fifth graders math. my confusion caused a hazy daze the buzz felt like after 60 mililiters of flavored vodka.
one brat whined "we learnt that yesterday" despite it was sunday or was it? i was no longer certain. i explained the multiplication and we did the practice and i assigned homework.
"you cant give us homework" said wendy, we are only the extra dumb class and already have homework."
i wanted to say "you succeeded you are not dumb" but i was still in shock from what i had done. should i feel guity? society laws are correct for most girls but rarely... or how rare? now i have doubts.
i would not risk teaching at the school and after the lesson told crab "i see why teachers wont teach here."
he argued "you are the first one to get those kids to do their meth i mean math."
you know why i could not stay in ashdod. i was compelled to return to the cleaning job. i kept the family business card to ask her if she regrets.
when i saw a teen video, a few months ago, it reminded me that this year she turned 18 so i called the number on the card. "can i speak to doris?"
"take your order please?" [credit south park but she really said "what ordering?].
"are you doris?"
"yes," answered doris.
"i taught at bleep school".
"you jerk! i wanted you to come back and you left me!" doris accused but not the accusation i had feared.
"you dont regret?" i asked surprised.
"i thought about you for years i wanted more."
"by now you probably found someone your age." i comforted doris.
"a woman you jerk. dont ever call me again."
"wait a second." i begged.
"what" she said annoyed.
"i am sorry for leaving you."
"why did you leave?"
" i was scared that people would know."
"i thought because you thought i was gross"
"only i was scared"
"come to ashdod, you probably look the same."
"i started shaving."
she giggled. "take a train TOMORROW you jerk."
she encouraged me to protest society "pain differs from consent" she helped me get permission from the other students but i do not remember the religious school now twelve years later... although they probably hit with a crime relying on the violent jewish religious books. which the sadists rejoice justifies them "i hit to obey proverbs" the sadist claims.
why did i wait? i could not tell such a story unless doris did not regret. until she reached 18 in november 2021. would anyone believe me that she threatened me using a stapler?
for twelve years i kept the business card and hid the secret dreading the stuff that happens to men around me... consent of a minor does not count. period.
i cannot describe the feeling but it differed from adult intimacy. first she just breathed quickly then she started moving and i did not know where place i was. i did not know time how long. i looked up at her face and saw an ecstasy that made me VERY jealous but only for a moment until my conciousness switched off.
i awoke as she unplugged. she pulled another card from her pocket and checked which card it was.
she said "i was needing that." and handed me her family business card "next week same place." she whispered.
i whispered back, calm that she had not regretted, "you gave me pleasure" as i covered myself again.
"get out already we need to get back to school." she urged.
i left the room. a man was waiting by the door and i said "i made very stinky" he laughed and followed me away from the toilet room to a different man room in the bank.
+the happy ending chapter 6
i left the bank more surprised at my surprise [credit maze runner] i knew seven years old sometimes want but so many years had passed since i was five so i was surprised.
her weekly request was same as when i was five. boys want more frequently. girls know their pattern. now that i read the book maze runner i understand what he meant by "he was surprised at his surprise" but 2010 was after he wrote his book so he gets credit for the idea.
i returned to the school and taught the fifth graders math. my confusion caused a hazy daze the buzz felt like after 60 mililiters of flavored vodka.
one brat whined "we learnt that yesterday" despite it was sunday or was it? i was no longer certain. i explained the multiplication and we did the practice and i assigned homework.
"you cant give us homework" said wendy, we are only the extra dumb class and already have homework."
i wanted to say "you succeeded you are not dumb" but i was still in shock from what i had done. should i feel guity? society laws are correct for most girls but rarely... or how rare? now i have doubts.
i would not risk teaching at the school and after the lesson told crab "i see why teachers wont teach here."
he argued "you are the first one to get those kids to do their meth i mean math."
you know why i could not stay in ashdod. i was compelled to return to the cleaning job. i kept the family business card to ask her if she regrets.
when i saw a teen video, a few months ago, it reminded me that this year she turned 18 so i called the number on the card. "can i speak to doris?"
"take your order please?" [credit south park but she really said "what ordering?].
"are you doris?"
"yes," answered doris.
"i taught at bleep school".
"you jerk! i wanted you to come back and you left me!" doris accused but not the accusation i had feared.
"you dont regret?" i asked surprised.
"i thought about you for years i wanted more."
"by now you probably found someone your age." i comforted doris.
"a woman you jerk. dont ever call me again."
"wait a second." i begged.
"what" she said annoyed.
"i am sorry for leaving you."
"why did you leave?"
" i was scared that people would know."
"i thought because you thought i was gross"
"only i was scared"
"come to ashdod, you probably look the same."
"i started shaving."
she giggled. "take a train TOMORROW you jerk."
she encouraged me to protest society "pain differs from consent" she helped me get permission from the other students but i do not remember the religious school now twelve years later... although they probably hit with a crime relying on the violent jewish religious books. which the sadists rejoice justifies them "i hit to obey proverbs" the sadist claims.
why did i wait? i could not tell such a story unless doris did not regret. until she reached 18 in november 2021. would anyone believe me that she threatened me using a stapler?
for twelve years i kept the business card and hid the secret dreading the stuff that happens to men around me... consent of a minor does not count. period.
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