You know that female teacher who was all over the news, having been caught in a sexual relationship with one of her young male students? The one everyone thought was hot and that the little boy was lucky?
Well, that’s me. And I’ve just moved into your neighborhood.
I had to go door-to-door, telling everyone I am a registered sex-offender. It was extremely humiliating. Everyone had something to say to me. Angry women telling me what kind of a whore I am. Inane men telling me the same “joke” proposing to be my student.
That’s how you first saw me, ashamedly facing your mother in your doorway while you stood by and listened to her say things you’ve never heard her say before.
Perhaps I am a whore. Everyone thinks they know me. They all believe I chose to do what I did. That I am some kind of evil sexual deviant who sought out the encounter and seduced an innocent boy. The thing is, I just couldn’t resist.
Can’t resist.
So when you showed up at my door, wanting to talk, I couldn’t turn you away. When you asked me if I really did those things, I couldn’t lie. And when you asked me if I wanted you, I couldn’t say no.