I hated going there.
Nothing ever really happened, in the really happened sense.
It just felt wrong.
A bird nose and magnifying glasses
Hands that lingered a little higher and longer than needed when helping me stamp in time.
Hugs that made me establish no touching days with people that gave appropriate length hugs with hands clasping and clutching my upper back instead of my upper ass
Pulling my hair back and moving a thumb down the back of my neck slowly
Resting an arm around a waist while discussing practice charts
Whispering, "You're so special" in a tone that made me wish and hope to be never be anything special at all
A little window and a waiting chair just outside the door may have kept the hands technically within bounds but they were out of bounds all the same.
You were trusted enough for a change of venue to your home
With no small window, no waiting chair
Jumpy and scared I hid behind insolence and refusal to sit anywhere near you until she returned
It was the last time
I got in trouble for being so rude
But it was worth every harsh word to never return to your side again