Without warning, I felt the whip strike my lower back and bottom. Several distinct, separate stings indicated that many of the strands had hit in diff...rent areas at once. I squirmed and cried out, closing my legs and pressing against the cold bars of the cell as I tried to overcome the pain. His hand pulling my head back was accompanied by his voice, harshly commanding me to resume my position. Shuddering, I once again stood straight, with my legs spread. Another slash of the whip, this time. Having eased him back into his encasement, I got up and sat down on the opposite divan, noting how much bigger he had grown, since my felicitation, his shape and form still imprinted on my mouth, the emptiness suddenly apparent, as my sister weaved herself through the swing door, that served as a divider between the kitchen and living room.She carried a tray with two large glasses and some pickings, and as she moved to the table, her eyes settled on her son's obvious increased swelling, 'He. He redid the front of his pants. “You need to stop thinking so lowly of yourself.” She glared at him. “You cannot marry me.” “You have no father. No one will stop me.” “You’ll be depriving this town of its favorite whore, there will be plenty of people to stop you.” Namely my mother... “Will you be my mistress then? I can pay you well.” He held her by the shoulders. “I don’t want your money!” She pulled away from him. “What do I have to do?” She said nothing and turned. " She paused for a moment. "You?re the first to come inwearing shorts."It was part of my research. Anything that brought attention toyourself was something to be avoided. To blend in, you needed to blendin, to dress and act like everyone else. It was the visible nailstanding out that received the hammer?s blow. "It?s okay then?"Diana laughed. "At these prices? I?ll sell to anyone."Just like that I liked her. She was honest and forthcoming and had awicked since of humor.Diana looked at Theresa.