A teacher who said he was worried about me not going to school and came for a home visit every Wednesday. I was happy. I acted like a brat, but I was actually happy. But I get it now. He didn't come all the way to my house because he was worried. That guy came to my house for his own sake. He wants to boost his own evaluation, all for appearances. It's laughable. He even puts on a good face with my parents to score points? I've been made a fool of. Unforgivable, unforgivable, unforgivable, unforgivable. Won't forgive, won't forgive, won't forgive, won't forgive. Right now, I'll tear off that fake smile you're wearing. If that guy is going to use me, I'll use that fat, vulgar busybody teacher. I'll shove my dick into you since there's no one else to fuck. The chance is right there, every Wednesday from the moment he comes with his fake smile for 30 minutes. Every week, for 30 minutes, I'll vent my anger on him during this time.
