It had only been a week after I had started working for him (my first summer job) when he began hitting on me, flirting with me in a very subtle manner, waiting for just the right moment to approach me and reveal his inner feelings.
Needless to say, his behaviour surprised me and I felt scared and nervous.
He was a big, heavyset man in his late fifties with short, black hair, dark piercing eyes and a clean shaven face. Standing at just over six feet in height, he was an intimidating figure, ideally suited in his role as the supervisor and work boss of our group which numbered about fifty employees.
At age eighteen, I was the youngest and the newest employee and as such, I was assigned tasks that didn't require much skill and experience. Most of the work I did was outdoors but sometimes, depending on the weather conditions, I would be asked to do tasks inside the Abbey like washing and cleaning the floors or helping out in the kitchen and other related chores.
Following his initial moves on me, his demeanour seemed to change whenever he was around me. I began to see a side of his character that few people had seen. He was kind, sensitive, caring and less intimidating. When he talked to me he spoke in a soft, quiet voice.
As the days passed I began to feel more comfortable around him and he became more emboldened in his approach.
I appreciated his subtlety and discretion, always making sure nobody was around whenever he came near me. I also liked the fact that he was not overly aggressive or forceful and, to avoid further suspicion, these incidents didn't occur on a regular or daily basis. He opted for a more cautious approach which made me a little less nervous.
Slowly I became accustomed to his advances and I found myself being drawn to him.
One late Friday afternoon in August, the inevitable happened. Something I had prepared myself for. It was unavoidable; it was bound to happen.
He had been instantly attracted to me the first time he saw me.
He asked me to follow him as he led me around the back of this long, white building towards a seldom-used access door that led directly into the basement.
He had deliberately avoided using the main entrance for obvious reasons.
My heart was beating rapidly as we descended those stairs to the basement floor below. It was dark down there with very minimal lighting. We went down to the end of a long corridor to our right. Once there we entered a small room and he quietly closed the door behind us.
Adrenaline was starting to flow as my heart beat faster in anticipation of what was about to happen.
Without saying a word he proceeded to act out his suppressed, sexual urges and desires on me that he had kept hidden from everyone around him.
