WORLD WORLDWIDE EUROPE BELGIUM PEER - THE PINK REBEL - By Luc Schrijvers - Part 5 - 4 March 2026.

“What now?” I said – and the boy started rubbing me. Over my white dress, over my trouser fly. What is this? Wow - I didn't know what happened. This was so much fun - my hands started shaking - the Bible fell out of my hands -

And then I got very, very scared. I ran away from the boy and sprinted home – all the fun feeling was gone and I was so scared, I felt such a big panic.

I had done something that wasn't allowed. These were dirty ways.

This was dirty, this was so dirty, I felt so dirty.

I came home and ran up the stairs. I fell to my knees, next to my bed, and began:

“Our Father who art in heaven, hallowed be Your name…” Praying, praying and praying again until I could sleep. I could not sleep. I felt so guilty.

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I had been given a special assignment in our church. I was allowed the seat moneycollect! That was a very important task. Maurice, who had chosen me for it, had said that himself.

“This is a very special job, Lucske, for a very special boy!”

“Thank you, Mr. Maurice!” I had said, beaming with pride.

Maurice was very sweet. He liked to smoke cigars, they smelled a little bad, but he was very sweet!

“Shall we go camping together, Luc?” he asked me. "Oh nice! When, Mister Maurice?”

“Sunday afternoon, in a special place with others!” Okay, that's it special! Not at night, but during the day. Anyway, something fun to look forward to!

I arrived at church that Sunday afternoon. Maurice was already waiting for me. Then we would leave immediately! There was also a chaplain in the parking lot, was chatting with some older guests. “We're going for a ride in the car!” Maurice shouted.

Weird, we went camping, right? I thought, but I didn't say anything.

The two of us left and arrived at a campsite in Zolder. I didn't see any familiar faces.

"How? Is this all? There were going to be other people there, right?" I asked. There were tents scattered here and there, but not that many at all. We weren't close to the other tents either.

“Yes, they will come soon!”, said Maurice. He started our tent to set up.

“Will you help me, Lucske?” he asked.

Naturally! I pitched the tent – it was a nice tent.

“Well done, boy! Lie down in it, I have a surprise for you.”

Oh, a surprise? I crawled into the tent with great curiosity.

“Yes, just lie down on your stomach.” I did this and –

Maurice plopped down on me. I could barely breathe – all of it weight was crushing me, I smelled his cigar breath, I was going to suffocate - I felt his hands fidgeting with my pants. He tried to open my pants –no -

I fought – I screamed, as loud as I could.

“NO, I DON'T WANT THIS – GET AWAY FROM ME -”, as best I could breathe, I shouted, I bumped my elbows, my legs -

“I'M GOING TO TELL EVERYONE THIS!” I shouted –

Finally he fell off me. I crawled away from him.

“I WANT TO GO HOME!” I screamed.

“No Lucske, no, no, please, you can't tell anyone about this, this has to remain our little secret, okay, no no, you really can't tell anyone about this, we have to be kind to each other -”

Maurice begged and begged.

“Okay then, I promise,” I said. With fingers crossed.

“Good boy, very good boy,” he murmured. He gave me a few francs.

“Here, boy, you can have one Dame Blanche later to buy it, I know you like it so much.”