Ik vind dat ze hem wel erg hard beh

Ik vind dat ze hem wel erg hard behandeld heeft, maar ik zeg er niets van. Waar ik vandaan kom zijn alleen maar koeien en weilanden, de boerderij is mijlen van de bewoonde wereld verwijderd en alleen op school zie jongens lopen, maar die kijken nooit naar mij. De meesten zijn trouwens boeren, met boerse manieren. Soms denk ik wel eens, dat je bij ons beter een koe kan zijn dan een vrouw, want als je ziet hoe die jongens veranderen als ze oog in oog met zo'n melkfabriek staan dan staat je verstand erbij stil.
Natuurlijk probeer ik wel eens de aandacht te trekken van een van de koeienjongens, maar het is me tot nu toe nog niet gelukt. Even dacht ik, drie maanden geleden, beet te hebben. Ik liep van de trap en plotseling voel ik een hand op mijn linkerborst. Het was druk, iedereen liep naar de volgende klas en in het gedrang raak je natuurlijk wel eens iemand aan. Maar dit was opzettelijk. Hij loopt tegelijk met me naar boven en houdt mijn borst net zo lang vast totdat ik de volgende etage bereikt heb. Tegen die tijd heb ik wel door, dat het niet normaal is. Ik sta stil en zeg: "Wat wil je nou?" Begint hij me daar toch te stotteren en te blozen. Ik kreeg bijna medelijden met hem. Een paar andere jongens staan om ons heen en bemoeien zich ermee.
"Wat heeft hij gedaan, Trish?"
"Kon hij zijn handen weer eens niet thuis houden?"
"Zullen we de directeur roepen?"
De jongen verschiet geheel van kleur en weet zich bijna niet in evenwicht te houden. Het lijkt wel alsof hij nu pas beseft dat zijn actie niet helemaal in goede aarde is gevallen.
"Zeg haar dat je er spijt van hebt!" roepen de anderen.
Hij slikt een paar keer.
"Sorry."
"Wat zeg je? We horen je niet!"
"Sorry," zegt hij wat harder en hij kijkt me even hulpeloos aan. Dat was het moment waarop ik verliefd op hem werd, maar hij heeft nooit meer mijn borst gepakt terwijl hij de trap opliep.

Resultaten (Engels) 1:

I like that they treated him very hard, but I say nothing about it. Where I come from are just cows and pastures, the farm is miles from civilization removed and only at school see guys running, but that never look to me. Most are farmers, with boerse ways. Sometimes I think sometimes, that you can be a better cow than a woman, because when you see how those guys change as they face to face with such a milk factory than state your mind reminded ourselves.Of course I'll try even attracting the attention of one of the cows guys, but it's me so far have not succeeded. Here I thought, three months ago, bite. I ran down the stairs and suddenly I feel a hand on my left breast. It was pressure, everyone ran to the next class and compromised, you of course well be someone. But this was intentional. He walks up at the same time as me and keeps my chest just as long until I have reached the following floor. By this time I do have, that it is not normal. I stand still and say: "what do you want?" He begins to stutter and me there anyway to blush. I got almost felt sorry for him. A few other guys standing around us and interfere with it."What has he done, Trish?""He could not keep his hands once again at home?""We will call the Director?"The boy fully ahead of color and is almost not in balance. It is as if he only now realizes that his action not quite in good soil."Tell her you regret it!" calling the others.He swallows a few times."Sorry.""What do you say? We hear you're not! ""Sorry," he says what harder and he looks at me just as helpless. That was the moment when I was in love with him, but he has never caught my breast while he the stairs.

Resultaten (Engels) 2:

I think she does have treated him very hard, but I say nothing. Where I come from are just cows and pastures, the farm is miles away from civilization and just at school see guys running, but never look at me. Most are indeed farmers, peasant ways. Sometimes I sometimes think that you could be a cow better to us than a woman, because when you see those guys change when faced with such a dairy stand then your mind there still.
Of course, I sometimes try to attract the attention of any of the cows boys, but it is to me up to now have not yet succeeded. Even I thought three months ago, to have bite. I walked down the stairs and suddenly I feel a hand on my left breast. It was crowded, everyone walked to the next class and compromised touch your course sometimes someone. But this was intentional. He walks along with me up and hold my chest just as long it until I reach the next floor. By that time I did by that it is not normal. I stop and say, "What do you want?" He begins to stutter me there and blush. I almost felt sorry for him. A couple of other guys standing around us and get involved.
"What has he done, Trish?"
"Could he his hands once again not keep at home?"
"Shall we call the director?"
The boy offing entirely of color and knows almost not balanced. It seems as if he only now realizes that his action did not go down well at all has fallen.
"Tell her you're sorry!" others cry.
He swallowed a few times.
"Sorry."
"What do you say? We do not hear you!"
"Sorry," he says a little harder and he looks at me as helpless to. That was the moment I fell in love with him, but he never took my chest as he climbed the stairs.

Resultaten (Engels) 3:

i think she has treated him very hard, but i don't say anything. where i come from, but cows and pastures, the farm is miles away from the world and only see guys walk to school, but never look at me. most people are farmers, with provincial ways. sometimes i think that you are a cow can be better than a woman.because if you see how they change when they face with a dairy than your wits quiet. "of course, i try to the attention of one of the koeienjongens, but it is not yet done. just three months ago, i thought, to have a bite. i walked down the stairs and suddenly i feel a hand on my left breast. it was busy.everyone went to the next class and in which someone hit you, of course. but this was intentional. he walks with me up and keep my chest as long until i reached the next floor. at that time i have, it's not normal. i stand up and say: "what do you want?" he starts me to stammer and blush.i almost felt sorry for him. a few other guys are around us and getting involved. "" what has he done, trish? " "" he could not keep his hands again at home? " "" we will call the director? " "the boy off set of colour and is almost in balance. it seems that he now realizes that his action is not completely successful cases. ""tell her you're sorry!" call the others. (he's a few times.

"sorry." "what do you say? we can't hear you! " "" sorry, "he says as he watches me harder and helpless. that was the moment i fell in love with him, but he never caught my chest while he up stairs.