At last, his testicles now empty, Roger collapsed on top of her in almost sobbing passion. They lay together in shameful silence for a long moment and then he slowly rolled away from her and sat up, not able to face her. Miriam placed an arm over her eyes and began to softly cry, while Roger, subdued of his sexual frenzy, was awkward with guilt and embarrassment as he tried to comfort her.

"I… I'm sorry, Miriam. Really I am. I… I don't know what came over me. I… I've never tried to force myself on a girl before."

"It's me," the lovely teacher sobbed. "I told you it was me. I'm more to blame than you because I should have stopped you sooner. You… you're a man, after all." She felt soiled and humiliated as if a thousand tiny insects were invading the very pores of her skin. "You're a man, but I…" she ended the sentence in a woeful sigh.

"And you're a woman," Roger muttered softly. "One hell of a woman."

Am I? she questioned herself mournfully. No… not in the sense Roger means it. If I was really a woman, I'd be loving him up inside me right now instead of feeling like this…

For an agonizing moment, Miriam debated whether she could unburden her troubled heart to Roger. But she knew if she did blurt out the truth it would twist whatever love he held for her into coldly repugnant hatred. He would reject her as all other normal people had when they'd discovered her horrible perversion. She rose in mute agony and recovered her white nylon panties and then spread her thighs slightly in a humiliated effort to cleanse herself. She wiped away the wetness of his sperm with them as best she could, trying not to show any outward sign of her inner misery. She threw the semen-drenched panties away from her, shivering thankfully as they landed out of sight behind a clump of shrubbery.