No hard feelings ?

when I was 12 I came back from hospital with full of my bed buddies the staphylococcus aureus. All these brothers in blood and me glittered in our same jeunesse dorée. Between us only my privacy, as english speaking, was involved : just and only my ass was ruined and blistered even and still worse. So much I had to bring a ring-shaped cushion for going to school, the thing which is the fixed metonymy for branding the penpushers in France. The burning sensation of shame in my face was also the halo where I have to seat. Regularly I had to be underpants by a fatty registered nurse. She first cut one by one my pimples with unexpected strokes of her lancet and second cradled my bare bottom as a wounded baby jesus. So young and already disfigured ! said my mary magdalene in dabbing my grazes "remember little scarface, only heartaches take into account, for nothing stabs in the back". In conclusion she spanked the healthy rest before the daily penicillin injection, for engraving all in my memory.

Long time after when I was old enough, and for all, I took some fencing lessons. I was not so bad in foil, and I enjoyed to experience human being just by a metallic contact. Much more telltale than a handshake, Like an encephalogram stylet you know. I loved all in fence except these fucking expensive poseur outfits, so I was sure to be the smartest duelist in pathetic looking sportstramp that I was. Once i had to cross sword with a girlfencer coming from another club. Maybe because she was so strictly dressed, I was as pleased as punch. Ok for the charms, attractiveness made for all and for all our greatest pleasure but beauty ? what is its use, otherwise to scorn ? She was a beautiful girl and her blade told me she knew it and also she was a better fencer than me. She made nervous gestures aside with her foil between entries impatient to kill me, one was so violent she hit the red button of her sword on a radiator, which exploded. But she didn’t care, thinking to my so soon death maybe. then I was struck dumb of fear, I was petrifying by the dark end of her blade so she lunged forward me in doing the nearly splits of a porno star, i was so exposed. The tip of her sword right in my heart rippered from my plastron to my arm. The hit was so unquestionably she turned round right after and walk away, her helmet on her swinging hips, showing her back to me as the deepest humiliation. I, I was still standing up holding my burning arm. "he is bleeding " cry out somebody.