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had heard, until Father Jerome sent him to the East. Yes this happened
soon after Father Nicolas came to the school and Father
Jerome gave him the administrator’s role.”
“Why don’t you leave this, baby?” Anton asked her, “leave
this facility, the job, your position here; this isn’t a place one
would like to work; I’m thinking of it too, although I’ve been
here for such a short time…”
Mary looked in Anton’s eyes as if to read his reassurance
that perhaps they could both leave, they could both go someplace
else, start a new life, a new page on their lives.
Anton felt her question. He didn’t hear it since Mary didn’t
utter it aloud, but he knew at once her mind’s wondering.
“Yes, I could do the same and we could be together. This is
a big country sweetheart. What do you expect to happen to this
School when the press will get a whiff of this diary?”
“You think of sending it to the newspapers?” Mary said
and brought her hand in front of her mouth.
“This is something the world has to be informed about;
this is what Dylan would want me, us, to do. This isn’t meant to
be kept secret.”
“What would come of this place when the newspapers
start writing?”
“It would be impossible for the place to keep open. I’m
sure the Federal Government will take action, some action definitely,
but we also need more proof, more examples of abuse,
physical and sexual and mental abuse…” Anton added.
“How can we do that?”
“We’ll keep our eyes open and come to think of it, when
the days become shorter come October I’ll spend some nights
here. I have in mind to get a new bed and mattress, throw away
all the old stuff Dylan had and after I clean up the place

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desires and curiosity banished her better judgement. She wanted this experience. Her physical body begged her conscience for release, and her conscience stepped aside.
‘Liam,’ she said again, ‘you may take me to your bed.’
Liam rose without speaking, as if this was meant to happen, preordained. He took her hand in his and led her to his small, wall-papered bedroom. She sat on the edge of the high, wooden bed that was covered by an old, blue eiderdown. She began to undress, trying hard not to look at herself in the wardrobe mirror. Liam closed the door and drew the curtains. She heard his clothes rustle as he removed his shirt and trousers. When she slid below the bedclothes, he was pulling down his long combinations, revealing his white buttocks. His back too was white, white as the sheets, but his chest, his whole front, was covered with thick hair.
He kissed her. He wrapped his arms around her and drew her towards him, pressing the full length of his body to hers. His penis was engorged, big, hard, exciting. His knees were cold.
‘Is it painful, Liam?’ Nora asked, stroking his back.
‘Painful? How could it be painful? It’s the most natural, most beautiful thing that a man and a woman do together. Do you think God would make it painful?’
‘I’ve heard tell it is the first time.’ Nora’s more experienced friend, Eileen Slattery, had told her about it, but recommended it nevertheless.
‘Old wives’ tales. They’re meant to frighten young girls and keep them chaste.’ Liam could not believe that he was saying these things.
Suddenly he rolled over on top of her, forcing her legs apart, prodding her, pushing into her, pushing hard, eager, impatient. ‘Guide me in,’ he said imperatively.
‘I can’t,’ she replied. ‘I don’t know where exactly.’
She was afraid to touch him, too embarrassed to do anything more with her hands than rest them on his back. His back was sweaty now. He was lurching up and down as his prodding and searching went on. Then she felt something yield. Her body stiffened. Her fear returned. She wanted Liam to stop, but he was pushing hard, harder, grunting, sweating. The pain. Oh God, the pain. Liam pushing, pushing, pushing. Her flesh was ripping apart and the pain was unbearable. She bit her lip. She clenched her fists tight. The pain shrieked inside her. She wanted to scream, to yell at Liam to stop. She could not endure it any more. She whimpered like a small, hurt animal.

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The Incidentals

Posted: 27/11/2025 by vequinox in Literature

Connectivity
He presses the drill against the wood
to open the proper hole for the wire to
pass through from the central
box to the various places of the house
resembling a body with its brain
stationed in the fuse box and wires
making the nerves transferring
energy to all parts of the body and
the electrician finishes the hole before
he aims his drill against the next stud
so, energy can pass through to all
extremities of the house to which
they bring light, heat, endless power
connected to the energy source and
since the house resembles a body
why doesn’t time always come for
the body’s connection to its energy
source to suddenly disconnect?

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