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Anyway, one day as the class was letting out the priest gestured for me to stay behind, he wanted to have a word with me. After the last kid left the room the priest walked around to the front of his desk and sat down on top of the desk facing the classroom. He motioned for me to come closer and when I was standing in front of him, he wrapped his legs around me. I was absolutely shocked and I'm sure it must have shown on my face because my eyeballs almost popped out. With both hands I pushed myself away from him and made my way out of the room. That was the last time I ever attended his class. I never told my mother what happened because she probably wouldn't have believed me anyway.
There were stories told among the kids about how some of them were taken down to the basement of the church by this priest and made to stand with their arms outstretched like a cross til they couldn't hold them up, if they sagged down they would have to perform some kind of penance but nobody was willing to say what that was.