” I went home and jacked off into an old towel in my room.The next morning April caught me looking for breakfast “You went to the movies with Conn...e, how was it?”“The movie? We watched Black Panther, it was okay.”“That’s not what I mean.”“I like her.”She lit up with curiosity, she wanted gossip “What? What did you do?” My sister and I had gotten more comfortable with private talk since we started kissing lessons so it didn’t bother me to tell her what happened, that Connie got mad because I. I couldn’t wait until next year when I went away to school and finally got my freedom. I loved my parents, but sometimes they were a little overbearing. ‘John, you have no idea how happy I am to see you awake and yourself once more,’ my mother said, changing the subject as she reached out and squeezing my hand. I knew she was doing it on purpose, but the concern in her eyes was very real. So were the sudden tears. ‘We’d thought we lost you.’ ‘Mom, I don’t know what happened, but I’m fine now,’. The driveway had been very long and the houseseemed to be on the edge of a large cornfield. The corn was high givingthe place a feeling of isolation.Sandy pulled my hand, forcing me from the van.A lady, also dressed in fifties type housewife clothes answered thedoor."Oh my," cried the lady, her hand to her face. "She is so cute!"A loud sound of heals heralded the coming of three more moms, allcrying praise to Sandy about me. They made me twirl around so theycould see my pretty dress."I need to. "Anne only stared."Isn't that what you were fantasizing about, when you watched that movie? When you stuck that dildo in your pussy and mauled you breasts? That you would be used and degraded like that woman in the movie? Isn't that what have been dreaming of? Just being an object? Serving everyone? Having to do everything? Anything?"Having to do everything. Object. Serving. Having to do everything. Everything, EVERYTHING.The words were reverberating in Anne's head. That couldn't be true, Just.