Treated like nonexistent by my family and feeling uncomfortable wherever I was, I was treated like a handyman at the PTA, but I couldn't refuse odd jobs. It was the newly appointed teacher, Mr. Zaci, who brought me joy as I spent these depressing days. The monthly PTA meeting eventually became a place where I could reaffirm my femininity, and I continued to give myself over to our trysts, body and soul. Even though I knew it was wrong, I'd found a place for myself, and I clung to it desperately... Every time I experienced the insane pleasure and sense of guilt, my body let out shrieking moans, and I continued to crave his cock.