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my parents invited back a couple from germany to the beach last summer. when they came the last time their daughter was 10, and now 5 years later she had become a striking german girl. she was drop dead gorgeous, with enough of everything in just the right places. when she came down to the beach in her bikini, she stopped all conversation.

the parents had their own room, and she was relegated to sleep with us at the ‘kids’ cottage. she was nice, and spoke english really well, and after a while she kind of placed everyone from the last time she was here. she fell into the routine really easy, helped when needed, and got along well with all. when it came time to go to bed, she asked if she could sleep in my room. well i didn’t much want the kid around, but as i had two beds in the room, i kind of had to agree.

when i got ready for bed, i changed in the bathroom and when i returned to the room, she was standing there buck naked, not a stich of clothes on, just plain gorgeous. she smiled at me, and asked which bed i wanted and took the other one. after lights out, she asked me lots of personal questions, and told me that when she was here the last time she remembered i had been nice to her and she felt really comfortable with me. i just agreed, what else could i do.

it got quiet for a bit, and i was getting ready to sleep, and i heard her get up and come over to my bed and ask if she could sleep me with, she was cold. she was buck naked, looking down at me and all i could see was her tight triangle which was just over my head. she reached for the covers and just got in, and snuggled up to me without a moment of hesitation. she turned around and looked at me and asked me if i had a boyfriend, which i didn’t. she said good, because she wanted to be my boyfriend. she told me that from the moment she saw me again, she wanted me, and she really hoped i wanted her. i was stunned, and she started to put her hands up my t shirt until she grabbed my b****, and told me she wanted to see them, so she pushed my shirt up and exposed my t***. she just stared at them, and leaned over and started kissing my n******, and she shot her hand in my pants and grabbed my crotch.

she leaned up to my face and told me she was going to f*** me, and planted a kiss on my lips, and forced her tongue in my mouth, while she fingered my c***. she was very athletic and strong, and i just lay there and took it. she slowed down and started much more gently, and kissed me again so deliciously and my mouth opened to take her tongue, and i just let her finger me. she pulled up a bit and looked down on me and asked if i was a virgin. i was breathing hard, both from being scared and from her fingers filling my v*****, and said yes, and she said good, she wanted to be my first.

she moved down to my breasts and suckled them, and fingered me, and i just started to buck against her hand, and she then pushed up, moved down and pulled my p****** off, and buried her face between my legs. her tongue was strong and powerful and hot and fast and went everwhere, and her lips would suckle by c***, and she poked my b*** with her finger, and i just came with an electric shock. after i came, she suckled my c*** and i almost cried of the pain, it was so sensitive. she moved up on me and lay on top of me and spread my legs and humped me with her c***. she looked at me and told me she wanted me in her to, and straddled my face and pulled my face up into her bush, and she just humped my mouth until she came.

she lay down beside me and pulled me to her, i was the inside spoon, and she told me she was my boyfriend and cupped my breasts and held me and we fell asleep.

she is still my boyfriend, i went to germany to see her, and she has come to the states to see me, and she moving to the states for college and we will live together. she is so beautiful, all athletic, built to stop a bus, and i’m so, well feminine, 5 ft 1, narrow, with ample b****, which she likes so much.

New Confession

A letter I did not get to write. By Carmen Portugal

Principal Mark Fenwick
Michael Power-St. Joseph High School
105 Eringate DriveEtobicoke,
ON M9C 3Z7

From: Carmen Portugal, Grade 13 Student

September 25, 1995

Regarding: Deceptive Conduct, Breach of Confidentiality, and Harassment by School Chaplain

Dear Principal Fenwick,

I am writing this letter to formally report a deeply distressing incident involving the school chaplain, Sister Marie Howorth, and my guidance counselor. This situation was handled with complete deception, violated my privacy, and has caused me such severe psychological harm that I no longer feel safe at school. Recently, I published a poem in the school newspaper honoring Jane Slovensko, a former student who passed away suddenly of an illness in the 1980s. I wrote this piece out of genuine admiration for her memory and a desire to celebrate a bright light in our school’s history.

On the morning of September 25, 1995, I received a chaplaincy to meet with Sister Marie Howorth. I had no idea what the appointment was for. There was no need to wait for Sister Marie Howorth. She appeared at my class door for everyone to see at 9:30am and summoned me directly out of my classroom for the unsolicited meeting. When I asked her what the meeting was about, she dismissed my question, saying, “Oh, just something.” In light of what followed, this response was a deliberate deception. I was misled into her office under false pretenses and forced into a private conversation about family trauma. Without warning. Without my consent. As an 18 year old, this is a violation of my autonomy.

As soon as the meeting began, Sister Marie Howorth immediately attacked my character, telling me, “You know you wear a mask.” She did not explain to me what she meant by this statement, leaving me to feel judged, confused, and defensive before she even explained why I was there. This unprovoked, highly damaging psychological label had an immediate negative impact on me. She then proceeded to ambush me with my private family history. She did not tell me how she knew this information until I asked, at which point she revealed it was my guidance counselor who told her. Sister Marie Howorth looked at me and asked directly: “Carmen, you wrote in your poem that Jane’s death was sudden. Now Carmen, your father died, was that sudden?” This question was unconscionably cruel and a profound violation of my emotional safety. To hear those words from a school chaplain—someone representing spiritual care and the authority of God—felt like a clinical cross-examination and a predatory ambush. It was a complete violation of my boundaries to have my private childhood history dragged into the light without my permission, stripped of context, and used against me like an interrogation tactic. The question was cruel because it reduced my genuine artistic inspiration and admiration for Jane into a cheap, traumatic stereotype. By forcing a jarring, completely false comparison between Jane’s tragic death and my own past, Sister Marie Howorth attempted to rewrite my reality. She completely invalidated my real intentions, treating my talent not as a gift, but as a symptom of damage. She used my father’s history as a weapon to dissect my mind, rather than treating me with basic human decency. When I tried to explain my poem, Sister Marie Howorth refused to listen. At one point, I got so upset by her aggressive tone that I told her I was sorry I ever wrote the poem. Sister Marie Howorth saw my acute distress, yet she completely ignored my pain and continued to ask me prodding questions in regard to why I noticed Jane, saying, “What made you notice Jane? There must have been something that made you notice her.” I refused to answer Sister Marie Howorth because I knew she was only trying to pathologize me.

There was absolutely no excuse for Sister Marie Howorth to treat me this way. If she had a concern with me, or if someone else on staff did, this was entirely the wrong way to address it. Here is why:

She chose deception over transparency: If a chaplain is genuinely concerned about a student’s emotional well-being, they approach them with honesty. Sneaking me out of class under false pretenses and hiding how she obtained my private records destroyed any possibility of pastoral trust.

She substituted counseling with an interrogation: True care requires listening. Instead of asking me how I was doing, she came to the meeting with a preconceived verdict. She tried to force my life into her own narrative, completely ignoring my actual thoughts and experiences.

She weaponized a student’s distress: When a student becomes so visibly upset that they regret their own creative work, a responsible educator stops. Continuing to probe and press a student who is in acute distress is not guidance; it is psychological harassment.

This interaction has caused me severe harm in the following ways:

Severe Loss of Safety: I am writing to tell you directly that as a result of this incident, I do not feel safe at school. I now feel constantly watched, evaluated based on gossip, and unsafe walking the hallways.

Deception and Emotional Distress: Being summoned out of class under a lie, immediately told I “wear a mask” without explanation, and then interrogated while visibly upset was a traumatic experience. Sister Marie Howorth chose to press into my boundaries rather than offer pastoral care.

Breach of Confidentiality: My guidance counselor had no ethical right to share my personal family file with the chaplain, and Sister Marie Howorth had no right to weaponize that information to ambush me

Censorship of My Voice: Because of this invasive behavior, I feel I must completely stop contributing to the school newspaper or expressing myself creatively just to protect myself from the staff.

Sister Marie Howorth’s approach was an interrogation that violated my rights as an 18-year-old student. I request an immediate formal meeting with you to address this breach of safety, hold the counselor accountable for sharing my file, and ensure Sister Marie Howorth is instructed to never approach me again.

Sincerely,

Carmen Portugal
Grade 13 Student

PS The Toronto Catholic District School Board takes my side: Sister Marie should not have asked me about my father’s death, saying that if I didn’t disclose his death to her, she did not have a right to ask. They also verified that Sister Marie Howorth was in the wrong to ask me prodding questions and her comment about me “wearing a mask” was indeed an inappropriate comment to say to a student. In all, Sister Marie Howorth’s approach to me went against trauma informed practices (and basic human compassion that any atheist garbage man could recognize)

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