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As I walked down the hall I saw a figure squatting near my door. I turned the hall lights on and saw Megan. She must have arrived early, just after morning mass. She wore the traditional plaid dress and white blouse with black shoes and white socks. The skirt had crept back showing much of her legs to me as I walked up to her. She seemed in a daze. Startled at my presence she jumped up, almost knocking into my lip with her forehead. I had been leaning down to help her up. It was a moment of real world girls nude confusion for both of us.
"Why are you here so early Megan? Is it that important?"
"No. Father, I just wanted to remind you to see me."
"Oh. Alright. punk girls nude do you have your first classes with?"
"My first class is Algebra Father, Sister Melatforneau is my teacher."
"We call her sister Agnes, Megan." I chided. She should have known that, it is her senior year of high school. She had been set back a year in grade school and another in first year high. She was about nineteen years old now.
"Come in," I said; as I opened the door. She walked in and I turned the light on. There is a stiff wooden chair next to my desk where the students sit when they seek counseling or confessions from. Sometimes they just came to talk but Megan had never made use of our counseling services before.
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