Date: Tue, 18 Dec 2018 07:59:28 +0000
From: melanydoll8080@outlook.com
Subject: Abigail

Abigail

By: Synergy


Author's notes: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions
of explicit sexual acts between a young girl and older women.  If this type
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I'll never forget it, my first day teaching at the all-girls school for
autism down the road from my house, it was filled with things I'll never
forget.  Before we get into that, I'll describe a bit about myself. I am a
31-year-old nonverbal woman with autism myself. I have brown hair, green
eyes, and small 33-B breasts.  Growing up I always found myself attracted
to girls whether or not they were autistic. In college, I did my fooling
around, but the younger autistic girls were always attractive to me.


As you can see, the next logical step was to get access to young autistic
girls, so when a teaching position opened up at Shining Stars Academy for
Autistic Girls, I jumped on it as fast as I could considering I had to go
back to school to get my teaching certificate. Once all that was handled, I
applied and was quickly hired.


I was in room 237 on the first floor and spent days planning my classroom
layout for the first batch of girls I'd ever get to teach.  The desks were
arranged in a circle thus allowing interaction between students and
myself. On my desk was a 2018 MacBook Pro with the latest Microsoft office
suite and up-to-date software.  I took no expense in finding the most
girlish things I could get my hands on to decorate the walls in my
classroom with, and made sure that the sensory environment was perfect for
the young girls who were to commence learning there for the entirety of
that school year.


On the first day of school, I had gotten to school early to check in with
the front desk staff to pick up my class roster, and last minute notices
from the school administration. Once that was all handled, I went to my
classroom and sat there and waited for the first students to arrive by
bus. At around 8:15, the buses with the students had started to pull in and
as the result, I decided to go out and greet them.  Most of my girls were
going to be on bus 31, so I found where bus 31 was dismissing it students
and I then began to call each of the girls by name using my iPad, first
Abigail, then Alanis, Britney, Christine, Krystal, Jennette, and
Stephanie. Upon hearing their names, the girls began to find who had called
them, and I had asked a teacher who had worked there the previous school
year, to help me identify my students.  Once all my students had been
identified and formed a line behind me, we began to make our way to the
classroom. Once there, before I opened the door, I had made a little bit of
a welcome speech, it went a little something like this


"First of all, my name is Lindsay, I hope you find the room to your liking.
If you need anything changed, feel free to come to me."



Once I had opened the door, I had instructed the girls each to find a desk,
it didn't matter which desk it was, so long as they were all sitting in a
desk.  I then followed in behind them, and closed the door. I went to my
desk where my student roster was and began to take attendance


"when I call your name, please raise your hand and if possible make some
sort of noise to indicate that you are here."


And I went down the list, everyone was there except one girl, Heather who
did not have a bus number, so I figured she'd be brought in later by a
parent. Once I had taken attendance on the paper, I then entered the
attendance information into the schools computer system.  We began the day
after I had taken attendance with a quick introduction to who I was, and I
made sure that I was aware of every students particular needs such as how
they communicate, their sensory needs, and any other
information. Thankfully, most of my girls were rather high functioning, if
there really is such a thing in the world of autism.  After all of our
introductions were made, I had decided to come up with a predictable class
schedule, first thing in the morning I would take attendance on the
computer, then I would put up five questions on the screen and allow
students to have time to work on them. Once this was done, we would review
the answers to the questions as a class, after this morning exercise was
complete, we would then proceed to our first subject which was English,
then math, then we take a short 15-minute break to regroup, then we cover
history, then social skills and development, then lunch, after lunch would
be art, then for the last period of the day we would have a bit of time
outside.  Of Course, because this was a school for young women with autism,
there would obviously need to be adaptations made for those students who
needed them, and this would be handled on a case by case, subject by
subject basis.


The first day of this particular schedule, it was rather productive and as
the result thereof, I felt good once the final bell had rang and I had to
take my students out to the bus or to their waiting parents to take them
home.  Once all of the students were gone, I worked on each students home
communication which for me took the form of an email to each parent telling
them how their individual student did in all subject areas. And I took the
time to ask each parent to take a moment to tell me a little bit about each
of their students.  What I would find out, would be definitely
amazing. While I was waiting for any responses that came in from the school
to parent communication for parents that had any questions, I decided to do
a little bit of research on each student through of the schools
administrative database, and what I found in particular about one of my
students, Abigail was a bit shocking.


Abigail was a 12-year-old, nonverbal autistic girl with brown hair and
brown eyes, she was rather thin looking, but that's to be expected once
certain facts became known to me. Once I was in her student file a very
clear alert had come up on the screen that one would shock damn near
anybody


"ALERT: this student is hyper sexual and has a history of attempting to
seduce any and all female teachers that she has come into contact
with. This student also has a very extensive history of emotional abuse in
the home environment. Please proceed with caution."


In all my years of living, I never thought I would hear or see such a thing
in my life, so I fired off a quick email to the school principal to ask and
see if this was possibly a typographical error or if this was somebody's
idea of an April Fools' Day joke in the front office.  when the email came
back from the principal a short while later, I had found that this was not
an April fools day joke at all, nor a typo. This girl had been in six
different classrooms across the entire district, and at least two at our
school. Each time, the female teacher would either get fed up with her
advances, or would give in to her advances and she would need to be moved
at the end of the year while the teachers would need counseling and a new
job after experiencing something like that.  I begin to think to myself


"what on earth would cause a nonverbal autistic girl, to attempt to seduce
her teachers repeatedly? Why? I have got to get to the bottom of this."



Well, the next day rolled around in the same process began, I woke up, did
my morning routine of taking shower, drinking my coffee, eating breakfast,
and heading to work. Once there I said in my classroom and waiting for the
buses to arrive. Once the buses arrived I grabbed my iPad, and went outside
to greet the girls. I called out each of them by name today instantly when
they heard their name snapped into a tight group around me . We had gone to
the classroom, and once there everybody had taken their seats. As per the
usual, I took attendance, and Heather was not there once again. And we did
the morning exercises on the board.  Before we could even begin to work on
the questions as a class, I noticed that Abigail had begin to rock
back-and-forth. Once I had noticed this, I immediately went into action and
made a quick phone call to see if I could send my students to another
teachers classroom while I handled a meltdown situation. But, before I
could even give the directions to get the rest of the students except
Abigail out of the classroom and to my colleagues class, she flipped her
desk over. And began to crumble to her knees and rock back-and-forth and
cry. Everyone, other than me and Abigail had all made a swift exit and went
to the classroom next-door. While everyone was out, I grabbed my iPad, and
quickly typed up a message


"what's wrong Abigail?"


Abigail took a second to recognize that I was talking to her, and not
losing my cool and she then made a reach for my iPad, on a simple act of
faith, I hand the 12-year-old girl my device. She clears the message window
intelligently, and begins to type a message to me that would change my
outlook forever.


"No one really seems to understand me, even though I am here in a school
full of autistic girls who are my age, I always find my teachers a lot more
attractive than even the girls here. And at home, my sister who is rather
normal, doesn't treat me right, mom and dad are off working a lot, and
because of this, I am often left with my sister and treated like a
second-class citizen".


Once the message played out, and I took a minute to recognize what she had
said, I myself then decided to sit next to her and rock back-and-forth.  I
made a motion for the device back, and cleared the message and began to
type something new to Abigail


"do you have a device like mine at home so you can communicate your wants
and needs to your sister and to your family? Do they know how you feel
about being with your sister?"


Then passed the device back to her, she cleared the screen and began again
to type and what she had entered on that message window shock to me


"no, I don't have a device, so I have no way to communicate, which is why
often have these types of meltdowns at home. And therefore, no one really
knows how I feel."


This had shocked me, and so I reached for the device once again and asked
if I could give Abigail a hug, she then got the device back in her hands
and said yes. So I hugged the girl, and as one would expect, I thought I
felt a spark for the girl. Rather than take things too far, I figured that
I would let her lead this experience if she was really into me.  The first
time around, thankfully nothing happened. Although, I'm sure I would have
wanted something to happen. I decided to pick up Abigail`s desk and Bring
the other students back into class. Once the room was straightened up and
Abigail was ready to continue with the rest of her day, I made a phone call
to the other teacher and requested them to send my students back to me so
that we could continue our work.  The remaining pieces of the day,
including our 15 minute break, went over without incident. And everything
was fine up until lunch. I had just dismissed the students, but Abigail had
come to me and stayed behind, so I grabbed my iPad and handed to her
expecting her to lead the conversation. It took her a few minutes to decide
what she wants to say and how she wanted to say it. But once the message
was entered on the device, and the device read it aloud, I knew exactly
what to do.  Girls request was rather simple, but I have lunch with her in
the school cafeteria. I had taken the device back, and responded


"I think I may have a few dollars in my purse, if I do then, I don't see
why that shouldn't be a problem for me to have lunch with you."


So, I went into my second drawer and dug up my purse, after a few minutes
of rummaging around, I was able to find the extra five dollars that I had
sitting at the bottom of my purse anyway.  We proceed to lunch, with
Abigail carrying the iPad and me carrying my lunch money. I made a motion
for the device and asked her


"do you know what they're serving in the cafeteria today? Because I really
love school food anyway."


Abigail, having no idea what was being served in the cafeteria took a
moment to tell me that she didn't now, but there was a lunch menu posted
right outside the front door.


We had gotten to the cafeteria and just as Abigail had said, there was
clearly a menu which was symbol supported that said what today's lunch was,
and I glanced at the laminated piece of paper and said


"that actually sounds good, your choice of chicken wrap, nachos and chili
on the side, fresh watermelon, and your choice of drink."


I proceed to make my selections of a chicken wrap, a cup of watermelon, and
a Mountain Dew. Abigail following behind me makes her selections of the
nachos with chili, no watermelon, and chocolate milk. Once I had gotten to
the front of the line, I found that I actually did not have to pay for my
lunch. Because I had my staff ID card, I could just scan my card and be on
my way. So I placed my card up to the scanner and once the device flashed
green, I knew I was good to go. Abigail on the other hand had to do some
digging for her lunch money as somehow, her sister had forgotten to give it
to her, and her parents had forgotten to set it on the table for her to
pick up on her way out. I am so grateful that I brought that five dollars
with me, because lunch at the school for students is only $1.50. So I had
told the lunch lady that I would pay for Abigail's lunch today and to put
the rest on account so that way Abigail wouldn't have to worry.  The lunch
lady happily took my money, and me and Abigail decided to take our lunches
back to the classroom where was a little more quiet.


On our way back, Abigail grabbed my device and began to ask me questions
about myself such as why I got into teaching, and why I was taking the time
to actually have lunch with her.  once we got settled into our desks, I had
to grab the iPad back from her and answer her questions that I had gotten
into teaching to help young girls, and I decided to have lunch with her
because why not.  We both ate our respective lunches, and Abigail went
outside to play. Once this was done, I decided to kick back and take a
minute to myself to figure out what the rest of the day was going to look
like.


Time seems to have flown rather quickly because one minute Abigail was
running outside to play with her friends, the next minute the bell was
ringing to send all the students back to class.  Because I had not planned
ahead for what to do after lunch, I decided that we would take a moment to
get to know a little more about each other. This is a really simple
exercise in which we go around the room, and say one thing about
ourselves. And Abigail was first to volunteer. What she said via my iPad
had shocked us all


"hi, I am Abigail Lorraine and I have a crush on Lindsey."


Some of the class giggled, some of them did not respond at all. I had
quickly retrieved the device and said to her


"Abigail, that is not appropriate for this type of activity, nor for a
school environment. Please try again."


And I handed the device back to her, she again began to type and the
message that came back was rather shocking


"hi I'm Abigail Lorraine and I want to marry Lindsey one of these days."


The same cycle continued, some laughed, some didn't respond, and yet others
looked at her kind of weirdly. So I took the device back from Abigail, and
said for the next person to make their statement. Britney said that she
liked the cartoon Scooby Doo, while Krystal indicated that she likes to
drink Starbucks, Christina indicated that she likes cartoons from the
1980s, Jennette said that she doesn't like loud music, and Stephanie told
me that she seemed to like cafeteria food.  We were going around the room
in a random order according to what my computer had suggested and we all
figured if we could remember what one of the classmates had said about
themselves. Nobody had referenced either of Abigail's statements. Which
thankfully for me, was rather embarrassing. before the final bell rang, one
student had asked me what one thing the class should know about me was. My
response to this was


"hi, I am Lindsay Morgan and I enjoy teaching young girls with autism, I
think it makes a difference."


Once I had taken my students out to either catch the bus, or be picked up
by their parents, I decided to go back into my classroom and work on my
student home communications.  So, after the emails were sent, I decided to
go home. That night, I couldn't sleep, I didn't know what to think about
what Abigail had said to me that day. How she didn't have a device to
communicate, how her family was treating her especially the sister. And why
was she making such advances towards me during that activity on the last
segment? And why did she want me to go to lunch with her?


The next day came, and the process repeated, go to work, grab my roster,
grabbed by last-minute announcements, read over everything, collect the
girls from the bus. Bring them to class, take role, do morning exercises,
and proceed with lessons per the usual schedule.  During the 15 minute
break that I had built into the schedule after the first two actual
classes, Abigail come up to me and motioned for my iPad. So, I gave it to
her and she began to tell me about that the statements made during
yesterday`s last minute exercise, how they were were true and
accurate. This girl was not kidding, And she asked me if I would like to
marry her. I took he iPad from the 12-year-old girl and simply placed it on
my desk, and then after making sure that no one was looking, I kissed her
on the mouth. She wrapped her legs around me, and this is what started our
relationship.  Once the 15 minute break window was over, I made sure that
the class got their classwork done before lunch. Once the lunch bell rang,
I had asked Abigail if she would like to go to lunch with me. And again we
went to the cafeteria, today's menu choice of sloppy Joe sandwich, chicken
salad, along with a side of mixed fruit, and your choice of drink. I again
chose the sloppy Joe sandwich as I seem to enjoy the schools meet
preparations opted out of the fruit bowl, and chose to drink vanilla soy
milk. Abigail, acting somewhat out of character exactly duplicated my
order. Again, we went to the classroom to have our lunch. Once we were
behind the door and it was closed, Abigail ate her lunch, and I did the
same. Rather than go outside to play with her friends this time around, she
stayed in the classroom with me. I asked her why she elected to stay in the
classroom with me today. Rather than make up some lame excuse, she just
simply reached up and decided to squeeze my breasts, this had an effect on
me as I had gotten turned on, and she knew it. She then grabbed my hand and
put it on her slowly developing prepubescent breasts.  Then, she moved my
hand slowly down her front, towards her crotch. And shoved my hand and her
pants. I was surprised that the girl was quite wet. But I knew exactly what
she wanted, and I gave into it. I fingered her until I heard her let out a
soft moan. Once I heard this sound, I pulled my hand out of her pants and
began to grab my device to tell her that this was not OK. However, she had
gotten to the iPad before I did, and told me through the device that this
is what she has always wanted every time she has ever attempted to seduce a
teacher. She was just seeking the sensory input. After mulling this over, I
had taken the device from her and said to her on the tablet that under
every other circumstance, this would be completely inappropriate and the
both of us could get in serious trouble. Please do not mention this to your
parents, other students, or any other teachers. We have to keep this
between us. Abigail, dawned look of understanding that I have never seen
before, and nodded her head vigorously. Before anything else could be done,
the lunch bell rang and the rest of the students began to come in. we
wrapped up our lessons as per usual, and I took the students out to the bus
or to their parents. However, I had decided that I would do something
special with Abigail after class. So, I told Abigail to stay behind. After
taking the other students to the bus or to their waiting parents, I
immediately went back to the classroom to find Abigail waiting there
patiently for me. She had grabbed my iPad and asked me "why did you have me
here after class?" I made a motion for the device, and she handed it to
me. My response was rather simple


"I didn't get into this job just to make a difference Abigail, I got into
this job because of students like you."


Abigail didn't seem to quite understand so she took the device from me
again

`why?"


I then told her,


"remember how you said you had a crush on me? Remember how you said you
wanted to marry me?"


I waited for a response, and then I saw the brown hair bobbing up and down
indicating she knew. Then I had asked if she remembered what we had done
during lunch, again she furiously nodded.


"It's people like you Abigail, autistic little girls, that really make me
happy, and turned me on."


It took a few moments for the girl to process what I had just told her,
that this wasn't an act, this wasn't me not knowing how to handle the
situation, but rather me legitimately wanting to be with her in that way;
and finally a look of appreciation and love shown on her face.


After quickly finishing my school to home communications all the parents, I
then began to make out with Abigail.  During this make out session, she had
squeezed my boobs quite a lot, as well as shoved her hand down my
pants. During all of this, we both got the sensory stimulation we both have
been seeking for quite some time.  At which point I had asked Abigail watch
her home phone number was or the cell phone number to a parent or guardian
so that I could at least tell them where she was, and why she did not
return home on time. Abigail quickly went into her backpack, and pulled up
an information sheet with all of her emergency contacts on it. Because she
had told me that her parents often worked, I decided to call the sister `s
cell phone. I quickly dialed the number, and on the second ring the girl
picked up. I could hear loud music in the background and a tone of
annoyance in the girl's voice when she had asked


"what do you want!"


I then said to the girl on the other side of the phone,


"hi, my name is Lindsey Morgan Pierce, and I am your sister's teacher at
shining stars Academy for girls with autism. Is this Monica?"


"Yeah, who wants to know?"


" Monica, I am your sister's teacher. and I just wanted to let you know,
that she is with me here at school completing some additional classwork
that she was unable to complete during the day. I will make sure she gets
home to you as soon as she is done."


I heard a laugh, from the other side of the phone and Monica`s response was
none too kind


"you mean the little demon child didn't get run over or snatched up by
someone?"


" no, I can reassure you that's not the case and that Abigail will make it
home safely I will make sure of it."


The words "call ended flashed" across the screen. When Abigail said that
her sister didn't treat her right, she wasn't kidding.


"well, with that out-of-the-way, we've got time to ourselves. Let's go to
Burger King, and grab some food and then we will go back to my house."


Abigail's face lit up at the sound of this. And so, we walked to the
nearest Burger King which was about two blocks away from the school. I had
told Abigail she can order anything she wants, and I would just have a
whopper.  Once we got there, the staff immediately recognized me and
welcomed me back. Amber was behind the POS today, so I had set up my iPad
and said


"good afternoon Amber, my student Abigail here will be ordering using my
iPad, get her whatever she wants, and make sure it's done right. She's like
me and loves consistency."


The Tall redhead simply nodded, I handed the iPad to Abigail so that she
could place her order. I had already opened the software to the Burger King
order page. Abigail took a moment to analyze the menu that was displayed on
the screen, and then made her selections of original chicken sandwich
followed by large fry than large Coke. I then took the device back from
Abigail and simply chose the icon that said Whopper.  I paid using my
Discover card, and we filled our drinks. Then we sat down, and waited for
our order to be called. Once the food arrived, we began to eat our meals,
and not much interaction was actually had. Once we are finished our meals,
and had a few refills. We decided to go back to my house and get started on
a good time.


Once at my house, I opened the door, and let Abigail inside. The young girl
was quite amazed at what I thought was a pretty modest house. The living
room is quite small and lead directly into a combined kitchen and dining
room. But we did not stop there, we went directly back to the one bedroom
that existed that wasn't being taken up by my computer equipment or
anything else. This bedroom had a king sized bed, and a small master
bath. I Had intentionally taken Abigail back here, because I knew exactly
what the little girl wanted. Once she was in the room along with me, and
the door was closed. She immediately took off all of her clothes and then
began praying at mine to get them off of me as fast as possible.


Once we were both undressed, she led me to the bed, where I had decided to
lay down, and let this little girl do her best to me. She climbed on top of
me, took a moment to kiss me up, and then she began to suck on my nipples
and then kiss her way down to my vagina. Thankfully, I had shaved the
previous day. And there were still just a little bit of stubble growing.
The girl began to explore me, and her fingers began to probe in and
out. She had rubbed my clitoris until my body had locked up and I began to
scream uncontrollably. Once this was done, she had grabbed the iPad once
again and told me to do the same to her. And I did. She came within about
five minutes. And the noise she made for quite beautiful. This process
repeated several times throughout the evening until I got a glance at the
Clock on the iPad said that the time was approximately 5:30 in the
evening. As a result of this, I told her that we needed to get dressed so I
could get her back home.


I asked her where she lived, and once again the paperwork with the
emergency contacts came out. She lived about two blocks away from
me. Walking distance. So we got dressed, and I took her to her home. When I
walked up to the door, I rang the bell, and a tall thin woman with brown
eyes and blond hair answered the door.  I quickly transitioned to my iPad,


"you must be Abigail's mother, my name is Lindsey, and I am her teacher. We
had taken some time to get some extra work done that she was unable to
complete during the class study period Today.  I did call your daughter
Monica, who really didn't seem interested in Abigail's well-being. Should
this continue to be the case, I am a mandated reporter, and I will make the
appropriate report with the Department of children and families."


The woman's face went white as a ghost, she quickly grabbed Abigail`s hand
and ushered her inside and slammed the door in my face. I walked home
thinking to myself


"what a horrible place this girl lives, there has to be something I can do
to resolve this."


All night, I was doing research to try to find a solution to get Abigail
out of that home. And into a more caring and loving environment.


During my research, I had managed to find a case where in because a parent
was not taking proper care of their child, a relative was able to apply to
become the child's guardian and the parents original rights were
terminated. However, the one hiccup with us was that the case involved
another family member seeking guardianship of the child, not an external
entity such as a teacher or concerned citizen.  I figured at this point, I
would contact my colleague within the school Alyssa who was head of student
services, and she could tell me what my options were. Alyssa and I had been
working together and knowing each other for the last five years, me and her
have had our fair share of messing around, but nothing ever came of it
because she wound up dating a few douchebags in her time. I shot Alyssa a
quick text explaining the situation, and she had made some interesting
finds in her own research.  Alyssa even after knowing me for five years,
still had no idea about my romantic interests in autistic
children. However, if Alyssa was going to help me, I knew that eventually
she would have to know the truth. Alyssa had arranged a meeting with me at
a local Starbucks after school the next day, so the fun times between
myself and Abigail weren't a thing that particular day. After school I
immediately rushed to the Starbucks, and Alyssa per usual was already
there. I explained the situation to Alyssa and even gave Alyssa the
students name.  I told her,


"this girl is intelligent. They don't have a communication device for her,
the sister doesn't even appreciate the fact that she is there, and the
mother just seems like a deadbeat. I have no interaction with the
father. Is there anything I can do?  I think that this girl would do well
in the right environment."


Alyssa them thought about it, and she then had asked


"who would be this girls new legal guardian? And aunt, and uncle, who? And
why on earth do you think that the parents and sister are not suitable?"


It was now or never, I broke down crying as I typed on the iPad


"I think I should be the one granted guardianship of Abigail. Not just
because I think she would do well with me, but because I'm kind of in love
with her."


Alyssa then dropped her coffee, not believing what she just heard


"wait a minute. You're telling me, you're in love with this girl? She's one
of your students. You could lose your job over this if the wrong people
were to find out."


I reassured her that nothing had happened between me and Abigail and that
nothing would.  Alyssa reluctantly agreed to work on the case and see what
could happen. However there was no guarantees that I would even be granted
temporary custody of Abigail.


The next several weeks, it was rather hard for me not to give Abigail a
passing wink as we went about our daily routine. When she asked me why I
wasn't going to be able to go to lunch with her, or why we weren't able to
do certain things after school, it made my heart sink that I couldn't
really tell her what was going on. Until one day, I plucked up the courage
to tell her what I was thinking about doing. But until all of the court
proceedings and everything else had blown over, we had to act as normal as
possible.  Abigail after getting reassured that if everything went
according to plan, she would no longer have to live with her mother,
father, and sister finally agreed that she would not attempt to do anything
sexual with me until all of this was blown over.


Fast forward just a few weeks from that, and I had received a communication
from Alyssa that I was due in court to give my side of why I believe is
Abigail should be in my custody full time.  On the appointed day, school
went smoothly. I quickly called and Uber to get me from school to the
courthouse. After going through security, and waiting for my case to be
called, I had it into the courtroom there across the courtroom for me,
Abigail`s mother, father, and sister.  Proceedings began, and I was called
as the first person to the witness stand. Alyssa who was representing me
began to question me


"how long have you known Abigail? What is your relationship with Abigail?
And what evidence do you have, that indicates that Abigail is not in a safe
environment with her biological family?"


I had stated that I have known Abigail since this school year, that I am
her classroom teacher, and I then showed all of our communication logs on
my iPad as well as played the recording from the time I had called the
sister to get permission for Abigail to stay after school.  Abigail`s
family then had a chance to say their side of the piece. First the parents
made the excuse that they were always working which is why Abigail was
constantly left in the care of their older daughter Monica, they had no
excuse as to why Monica made the comment she made. And then towards the
end, I received a text message on my phone that Abigail herself wished to
speak. I then showed the message to Alyssa, who had just about ready to
close out the case.  Alyssa made a last minute request to the judge to
allow Abigail to speak directly to the court regarding her
situation. Abigail then was called to the witness stand, and given my iPad
and as she was asked questions by Alyssa, she answered them and explained
how her home life was from her point of view. Once Abigail's statements
were finished, the judge had heard enough and made the decision on the spot
that I was to be awarded fall and permanent guardianship of Abigail and
that her family's rights to Abigail should be terminated immediately.


After this fact, Abigail then ran to me with the iPad in hand and hugged
me. Alyssa agreed to take us to Abigail's parents' to get her clothes and
any last minute things that she wanted to keep, and then take us back to my
place.


Once this was all in order, we had gone back to my house, and Alyssa had
said goodbye to myself and Abigail. From that point forward not only was
Abigail almost like a daughter to me, but almost a girlfriend of
sorts. There were plenty of nights where we made passionate love to each
other and the sensory input between the two of us was enough to make even a
normal couple wonder how we do it.  Now that we both were getting the
proper sensory input that we've always been seeking, and there was nothing
between us to stop this, Abigail had less meltdowns in school and stop
trying to seduce any teachers. and I felt less alone. It was a win-win for
everybody.


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