The wise-woman showed me how to peel a cucumber and use the slippery green flesh inside to fuck myself. It felt wonderful to have my pussy filled full... She taught me exercises to make the muscles of my Passage strong, which, she said, would make the spirit strong too. She did it as well, lying beside me, her breasts bouncing and her breath coming in great gasps. The cucumber was still perfectly good to eat afterward. One evening when we were lying sleepily beside the fire after a day’s work, I. Loretta thought ‘Some women are born whores’, whereupon recent memory slapped her face and leered. “Emma’s fine, but something bad’s happened. I need to talk.” She screwed up her eyes and, forcing calmness into her voice, started to pour out the story. Tony interrupted.“I don’t want to hear this, Lorrie. You’re turning into an alcoholic, and if you start picking up strangers in pubs and sleeping with them... There are words for women who do that. Get checked for STDs, make sure you’re not. "Brian sat silently for a few moments while Martin and Linda stewed. Then he smiled and said softly, "Mrs Lang, perhaps you will allow me to call you Linda, before you came in I put it to the Committee that we should do our bit to help you to get pregnant. The men, of course. They all agreed. And Mrs Jensen has kindly agreed to observe, and indeed has offered her assistance in some innovating ways."Mrs Jensen, a rather severe looking middle aged lady, nodded her agreement."Would you please. Shit! This isn’t love. It can’t be. Love is pure and sweet, not lusty and...degenerate! I wasn’t like this before - oh, what’s happened to me? There’s no way I’ve fallen in love with some...some guy I’ve barely ever spoken to…As she began to leave, She buttoned up her blouse - and suddenly realised just how good her thighs looked with her skirt slightly higher up her smooth legs. Maybe she would wear something shorter tomorrow...Putting those thoughts aside, Isabelle was convinced something had.