“It could happen to him to slap my buttocks, to make a cat-bite for fun, says one.
We had to show self-mockery.
“” He touched my breasts making me
titi
or
squeaker
laughing, assures another.
There, I told her:
Don't touch my breasts, that's out of the question.
I don't know how I found the strength to tell him.
"He was generous because he spent a lot of time with the class," said a third.
So, we were indebted to him, if ever there was a disagreement, he passed it off as ingratitude.
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