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Posting Date 2010-03-18 19:34:54
Author Lynridskinrid
Title The third year of College Part 2. Abijibe's story
Category was sexually harrased
Where it happend oxford
Age then 20
Age now 25
Gender FEMALE
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The third year of College Part 2. Abijibe's story

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The third year of College Part 2. Abijibe's story

Day one , well week one and two really , meant sorting out tutor groups , lectures , fresher’s week events , clubs , and trying to get into te throws of working . Etc . I had rejoined the golf club Southfield golf club is the home course. It's only 5 minutes from the centre of oxford . Daddy paid the very reasonable fee . I was never aiming to be a competition golfer , but I just liked a good round and the fresh air of a Wednesday afternoon round . We trained at Binsey range, which is a floodlit driving range , and that enabled some anger and frustrations to be launched down the range with the Nike driver .
I was a member of the Ko-do ryu club too . Although I had done kick boxing at school , this was a better art to me , and I had just scraped through to first Dan last year , but though I didn’t see much progression this year , I joined because I wanted to maintain my fitness . I signed up for all the relevant things and looked at the book list for the year .I was back ! , mindset in place , and ready to go !.

I renewed a few acquaintances , and aimed for the right mindset . The first couple of weeks , I always propped my door open and offered coffee , the girl next door Abijibe , was a government minister’s daughter , so I avoided any subject of African politics in her presence . She was very tall and had the most gorgeous eyes . She was terribly homesick too . She cried for her mamma , more than once that first week . I rang middle sister , the family expert cook , and after a conversation lasting forever , and a trip into town , I invited Abijibe for supper , I cooked a spicy soup with that ground meal that I think is the staple carbohydrate . I had made the Nigerian food effort and whilst it wasn’t as perfect as her mamma’s , I had a new friend for life . She was a Christian , and I started attending Sunday services with her , just to keep her company .

She was a beautiful statuesque girl with pronounced features , and fantastic eyes . She also talked at an express train speed . Because I had made the effort , she and I very often shared a early evening coffee , and chat . She was very homesick , and on top of all the people she missed , she found England very cold and damp ,

We had been back a month when she became a little awkward , and seemed like she had all the troubles of the world on her shoulders . She didn’t want to talk about it either . She seemed to have acquired a new boyfriend , one of the research students who was doing some mentoring . He was a bit of an odd character , I actually couldn’t stand him . he was very much full of his own self . I have never been able to stand being in the company of people who look down their elongated in-bread noses at the rest of the world .

I was sat by the river reading and enjoying the late Autumn sum , when I notices Abijibe , and this total loser , heading into a small thicket . She seemed uncomfortable . I am no student of Body Language , but he was holding her arm tightly and directing her . It just seemed wrong . I , being a nosey cow , but my book into the shoulder bag and followed them . There was a small clearing , and they were at the edge of it . He was shouting and he was not happy .

Then I heard the words , Its time you stopped Fucking me about and did as you are told . I love it when weak ineffectual people draw on the full four inches of their penis for support an d become a man , by bullying . He appeared to be trying to pull her blouse off . I had had enough of this .

Hi , folks , how are you two today ? I asked . He told me to go and Fuck off !. I asked if English was his native tongue , or had he learned it picking plastic bottles off of rubbish dumps from the other workers . He didn’t seem to understand my humour at all . She was trying to refasten her blouse , and was saying , Leave it Lynne , Please don’t get involved . That is not me , I stick my oar in all kinds of places I should never venture . I think it is time you left , Mr Debonair suggested . I don’t I said , then her walked to me and face to face separated by less than six inches , he snarled . I told you to Fuck OFF ! , No ! I replied , and then he lifted his hand to slap me . I don’t know what planet he was on , but not a real world .

I grabbed his arm as it came down , kept hold as he rolled over , placed a swish two inch heel on the back of his neck , and kept his arm at an odd angle , that was hurting . Sorry Mr Big Man , did you think I am that easy to slap ? ,. Now Abijibe , what is going on . Oh she didn’t know what to say , and her sobbing wasn’t helping . Eventually it transpires that this mentor has told her if she doesn’t have sex with him he will make sure she fails .

That true , asshole , I asked , hoping for a confession because with his struggling , keeping his arm tensioned against my foot was tiring . He was so arrogant that he admitted his guilt and said it would be my word against his , as nobody would believe her . Now because someone comes from the third world , never assume they are undereducated , or not intellectual , She held up the latest Nokia , phone and replayed his scratchy voice , confessing all . Simple , The Dean will hear it from your own words , so looks like a trip homecoming up . That is if Abijibe doesn’t want to press charges . She just wanted it over , this bastard had started to affect her work . He made all kinds of promises , if we didn’t tell the Dean . I agreed to them all , and let him go . his arm was in pain , and mine was tired . We walked across the park to the college. She stayed silent . As we approached the stairs , I pulled her into the Dean’s office where the assistant dean had been looking for peace and quiet to study some reports .

He didn’t look too pleased to be disturbed on a Saturday afternoon . But on hearing the tape flew into a rage , he was almost on his hands and knees apologising to Abijibe , and our little friend. Well he went home Sunday afternoon after a meeting with the Dean and his Parents , who had come to stem the fuss that this silly African Girl seemed to be making . I was apparently a lesbian man hating bitch . well I have been called worse , and probably still will be .




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