with you, would hang about outside the school. Then he'd walk you home, or did you go somewhere else?"
Karen frowned. "I don't understand what you're getting at, we never walked, he'd a car and always took me to his flat."
"Why always to his flat, Karen? Surely you could have gone to a cafe bar or some other place; after all, he never took you out at night?"
She shifted uneasily; Assam knew he'd hit a nerve.
"How could I go to a bar in my school uniform? They'd throw me out. Anyway, the flat gave us some privacy, we could talk and things."
Assam smiled, he had her now. "Could it be he took you to his flat for sex? After all, the modern generation consider sex as part of a relationship."
She fell silent, not wanting to reply.
"Come on, Karen, it's a simple enough question."
Karen knew it was, but didn't want to answer, so she decided to play it down. "You're trying to say he only wanted me for what he could get. Grant loved me, I loved him and we wanted to be together. We'd go to his flat, yes, but only to play CDs or have a coffee before I'd have to go home."
Assam took another long drag of his cigarette. "But he was a man, Karen, and men take their girlfriends to bed. You're not suggesting he was content just to drink coffee and play records? That will not wash, believe me."
She remained silent, not wanting to go down that path.
"Answer, Karen, I want answers immediately, or it's the strap. Did this man take you to bed or didn't he?" Assam shouted.
"Yes! Yes, for God's sake. We made love, was it so wrong? I wanted to as well, you know. It wasn't Grant; it was my idea, my idea alone. Grant never pushed me; in fact all he wanted was for us to be together. Are you satisfied now?" Karen retorted.
Assam fell back on his seat, stuffing the tip of the cigarette into the ashtray, immediately lighting another.
"Shit, Karen, you didn't want to go to bed with Grant, did you? It was Grant that sowed the seed. Was he going to dump you if you said no? Made out that if you wanted to be treated like an adult you'd got to play adult games? It's a ploy as old as the hills and you kids fall for it every time."
His words stunned her. How did he know Grant wanted to finish? How did he know she'd begged him not to finish with her and said she'd do anything for him?
Assam sighed; he knew he'd hit the right chord now. "I'm waiting for an answer, Karen."
She didn't really want to admit it, so just nodded her head in agreement. The room fell silent; Assam continued to draw on the cigarette, all the time watching her for any reaction.
"What did he like to do then?" Assam finally asked.
Her eyes avoided his. "Grant loved me, what went on between us is private," she replied.
Assam leaned forward, grasping her shoulders, forcing her to look directly at him. "No, Karen, try to understand, from now on nothing that's ever happened in your life's private anymore. I want to know everything that man did to you. I want to know your innermost secrets, your thoughts," he stopped, allowing it to sink in.
"But why, why do you want to know?" she demanded.
He stood and walked around the desk to stand behind her. Karen never moved, terrified he was going to use the belt on her again. However, Assam intended to show her the relationship was just the sordid love affair which he knew it was.
He leaned down; his head close to her ear. "I want to know, Karen," he whispered. "I don't need to give you any reason, but soon you'll understand."
Then he took her hand, urging her to stand and face him. Now inches from her face he grinned. "So was it on the couch, with that short skirt pushed up and the knickers at your feet?" Then he turned her to face the desk, standing behind her, his mouth close to her ear. "Or was it when you were making all that coffee you drank? He'd come up behind you like this and push you face down on the table and take you from behind? Perhaps even make you wear kinky leather gear or handcuff you to the bed?"
Karen's head was
Karen frowned. "I don't understand what you're getting at, we never walked, he'd a car and always took me to his flat."
"Why always to his flat, Karen? Surely you could have gone to a cafe bar or some other place; after all, he never took you out at night?"
She shifted uneasily; Assam knew he'd hit a nerve.
"How could I go to a bar in my school uniform? They'd throw me out. Anyway, the flat gave us some privacy, we could talk and things."
Assam smiled, he had her now. "Could it be he took you to his flat for sex? After all, the modern generation consider sex as part of a relationship."
She fell silent, not wanting to reply.
"Come on, Karen, it's a simple enough question."
Karen knew it was, but didn't want to answer, so she decided to play it down. "You're trying to say he only wanted me for what he could get. Grant loved me, I loved him and we wanted to be together. We'd go to his flat, yes, but only to play CDs or have a coffee before I'd have to go home."
Assam took another long drag of his cigarette. "But he was a man, Karen, and men take their girlfriends to bed. You're not suggesting he was content just to drink coffee and play records? That will not wash, believe me."
She remained silent, not wanting to go down that path.
"Answer, Karen, I want answers immediately, or it's the strap. Did this man take you to bed or didn't he?" Assam shouted.
"Yes! Yes, for God's sake. We made love, was it so wrong? I wanted to as well, you know. It wasn't Grant; it was my idea, my idea alone. Grant never pushed me; in fact all he wanted was for us to be together. Are you satisfied now?" Karen retorted.
Assam fell back on his seat, stuffing the tip of the cigarette into the ashtray, immediately lighting another.
"Shit, Karen, you didn't want to go to bed with Grant, did you? It was Grant that sowed the seed. Was he going to dump you if you said no? Made out that if you wanted to be treated like an adult you'd got to play adult games? It's a ploy as old as the hills and you kids fall for it every time."
His words stunned her. How did he know Grant wanted to finish? How did he know she'd begged him not to finish with her and said she'd do anything for him?
Assam sighed; he knew he'd hit the right chord now. "I'm waiting for an answer, Karen."
She didn't really want to admit it, so just nodded her head in agreement. The room fell silent; Assam continued to draw on the cigarette, all the time watching her for any reaction.
"What did he like to do then?" Assam finally asked.
Her eyes avoided his. "Grant loved me, what went on between us is private," she replied.
Assam leaned forward, grasping her shoulders, forcing her to look directly at him. "No, Karen, try to understand, from now on nothing that's ever happened in your life's private anymore. I want to know everything that man did to you. I want to know your innermost secrets, your thoughts," he stopped, allowing it to sink in.
"But why, why do you want to know?" she demanded.
He stood and walked around the desk to stand behind her. Karen never moved, terrified he was going to use the belt on her again. However, Assam intended to show her the relationship was just the sordid love affair which he knew it was.
He leaned down; his head close to her ear. "I want to know, Karen," he whispered. "I don't need to give you any reason, but soon you'll understand."
Then he took her hand, urging her to stand and face him. Now inches from her face he grinned. "So was it on the couch, with that short skirt pushed up and the knickers at your feet?" Then he turned her to face the desk, standing behind her, his mouth close to her ear. "Or was it when you were making all that coffee you drank? He'd come up behind you like this and push you face down on the table and take you from behind? Perhaps even make you wear kinky leather gear or handcuff you to the bed?"
Karen's head was
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