The Devil's Hand When I Was Growing Up Overseas

I grew up in Bolivia where my parents were missionaries. We lived in a house provided by our church. At times my parents went on missions into the jungles leaving me and my sister in the care of a retired school teacher. While the cat's away, the mice will play.

I had a school boyfriend named Octavio, a boy from the eleventh grade. I was an eighth grader at the time. One afternoon while my parents were doing mission work, we locked the door and did 'it'. It was a quickie, pulled my pants down, laid with my legs open over the edge of the bed, he fid 'it' and left his calling card.

I was taken to an old doctor. He put me to sleep and performed a D&C. We never talked about it. Later when I was much older, the fear of a halfbreed, mixed is what you call it now, baby was worse than the fact I was pregnant. Afterall nice little white babies were adopted every day.

I was an easy girl, I learned how to position myself for a rear penetration. It made it easier, than face to face. Still the boy got a wet warm vagina. I wasn't the only one, local girls were easy too.

To round out my life there, in the ninth grade we had a new transfer teacher, she came to us from a school in Costa Rica, where the rumor was she had been caught in bed with a student, a female student. It raised my curiosity, another girl guessed what girls liked was being kissed and felt up.

I wanted to try, I showed my legs open to her on the first row. She embarrassed me in front of the class, 'close your legs young lady, no one wants to see your bever'. But she did, see it, eat it, finger it, and gave a rub down of my clit with her thumb.

I was caught, at school with her in the teacher's bathroom, with her face between my legs. She disappeared, and so did I. The last straw, I was sent to Wisconsin to live with my grandparents, on a farm.