Tryst Six Venom

Marymount girls are good girls. Chaste, pure, almost unattainable, and the important thing is not to be so but to appear so. I am no exception, I know how to behave well, with my ironed uniform, my body upright; From Monday to Friday I am the owner of the school and on Sundays... a good Catholic girl. That's me, I'm always in control. I can't confess what I really want, I have to hide it, every day, every hour, fighting the constant desire to put my hand under her skirt. Because we all play a role, and mine is to be perfect. Every day I head to Marymount School with one motivation: to graduate and enter university. I am not ashamed of my family or my origins, even if everyone at school whispers about the length of my skirt or the redness of my lips. They have always despised me and believe that I will not defend myself. They are wrong. I will do it when I am alone with her and show her that it is not necessary for a boy to touch her to let out everything that she hides with so much effort. I told her not to cross the tracks, but she did. And now there is no turning back.