Her name is Karen

Karen has a secret. A very dark secret.

When Karen was sixteen she fell in love with her math teacher. He was handsome and younger than all the other teachers in the school. Karen would stay after school to have extra help from her teacher. He was very nice to her and treated her with only the utmost repsect. Karen would tell him her secrets and problems. The teacher would never to tell anyone and tried to help her in any way possible.

During class, however, he treated her as he would with any other student. He gave Karen a detention three times during the school year for talking, not that it made any diffrence since Karen stayed behind anyways.

Now, Karen wasn't how you say, popular. She was just a little well known than most girls in her grade. She hung out with different people everyday and her body was in perfect porportion. She wasn't pretty but she had a cute charm that went with her features.

Of course every boy wanted her.

But she wanted her teacher.

One day, Karen spilt coffee on the teacher's suit. Karen blushed and tried to rub it off, as you can guess, her face was very close to the teachers'.

It was a quick moment, but the grown man leaned his face up and kissed Karen. Karen looked shock and stepped back. The teacher looked stunned with himself and begged Karen to forgive him. He was stuttering, saying how it was the spu of the moment.

He was surprised when Karen leaned into him and whispered,

"Kiss me again."

Now everyday after school the student and teacher would meet somewhere very secret and share very special moments. They were well aware that what they were doing was illegal, but they did it anyways. Karen was as mature as any grown woman, and the teacher looked as young as twenty.

Karen would giggle against his chest as he hugged her, than putting her head against his neck she would say,

"Kiss me again."

During class, Karen would admire her teacher from afar as he teached the class. Then, even if it was for a split second, she would catch him smiling at her. Karen blushed secretly and smiled to herself.

One day, after school. Karen turned down another suitor who was in her english class. The suitor yelled at her, accussing her of being a lesbian and such. Karen shrugged the rude comments off and walked to the teacher's class.

The boy froze and stopped her.

"Oh my god, it's him, isn't it?"

Karen stopped in her tracks. She felt the sudden tension in the air as the boy snickered.

The boy blackmailed her.

Now Karen would have to be his girlfriend throughout the whole school year. Karen cried to her forbidden lover, who was calm about the whole sistuation. He knew it was bound to happen someday. Turning to Karen, he broke off all links with her.

Karen is dating the boy now, she hates him. Karen doesn't like how he always grabs her neck and touches her all the time. She doesn't like his rough skin and cheap cologne. The poor girl misses her old lover, the one who smelled like fresh air and treated her with respect.

Then, the boy tried to bed her. After school, he threw her in the empty classroom and closed the door. Then he climbed on top of her and grabbed her hands. Karen struggled with the boy and tried to scream. Her call for help was muffled by the boy's harsh kiss. The boy used his other hands to violate Karen; his hands roaming across her body.

Karen suddenly felt the boy stop and his weight fall on her. Getting up, Karen felt a liquid stain her white blouse. Looking to the boy's back, the sees a pair of scissors standing implaing the boy's back.

Eye to eye, Karen saw her math teacher, huffing as he looked at the boy's corpse. Scrambling away from the boy, Karen rushed her math teacher and hugged him. Tugging and tearing at his shirt, she bawled into his chest.

Karen begs to teacher to run away. Soon, the two are half way across the states. The teacher rents a room at a motel and the two share a bed.

The teacher strokes Karen's hair as she reads from the newspaper. He kisses her forehead and Karen smiles at him. Leaning in to the teacher, she says,

"Kiss me again."

The teacher smiles at her and gives her a deep kiss, then flopping her on the bed.

The next morning the two were finally caught. The teacher admits that he killed the boy and begs the police to leave Karen alone. The police shook their heads, saying that she could not be let go that easily. The teacher is taken to court and is put in jail for murder and for child harassment.

At nights, Karen would sit at her window and wonder about her long lost lover.

Touching her lips, trying to remember his taste, Karen would cry softly.

"Kiss me again."

Love has no age limits.