. She had felt a bit cheated when the boys showed her their streamlined tools that were built to pound and hammer on female weak spots but she thought...copulation as a lock and a key and she was the lock waiting to be opened by the appropriate key at the right moment.Right now her lock was feeling a bit rusty because she had not yet been opened and she would be nineteen winters this coming month. Her older sister Maude had been married off to the butcher so her devious mother could get choice. It's probably better this way, right?" Better?" I repeated. "How is it better? It seems like everyone around me has lost the ability to tell the truth... and that's probably giving them too much credit considering that it seems like no one knew how to tell the truth in the first place. Not even my mom... she never even told me who my father was! She didn't even tell me that she was looking for him when she was dying. I found out about a month afterwards... and then I find out that he didn't. The lesbian that had been lusting after her body, the would-be lover that she had denied. Elisabeth. Dressed in a soft leather corset of her own design. Lingerie and lust. Stockings and steel. Heels and hate. In her hand she bore an item from her vast catalogue of fetish weapons. Huge, obscene and threatening. The dildo was twice the size of the largest imaginable man's cock. In ebony like rubber, black and shiny as though dressed with a condom, it told Chantel who it was, was her new owner.. ”“Thank you, my love.” I said, wondering what could be more severe than what he had repeatedly already done to me.The next morning, I went to the pharmacy and I bought several small tubes of K-Y lubricant. I figured some for our bedroom and to carry with me. Then I stopped at the police station and asked for Detective Ocelotl.“Hello, Deb. How can I help you?”“I looked around Mick’s office yesterday when I got home. There is a hidden panel in his old roll-top desk and there is some sort of old.