While one pairof legs kneels, the connected pair, knees bent, rest upon their buttocksand the soles of their feet. Nothing is left of the rest of the...woman: no brain, no vocal cords, and no arms are necessary in this view of the"perfect woman." The essence of women, the cartoon suggests, iscomprised of the features that are included in the drawing; those partsthat are excluded are unimportant. In a similar cartoon, a Baubo-likefigure (see my novel, Baubo) is presented as exemplifying the. "You wouldn't dare do anything to harm her... I'll... I'll put you all behind bars, you dirty punks!" Oh, so that's how you feel about it, narco. Well watch this," Jim spat. "Mark turn her over, give her the old ass fuck."Mark scratched his head, as if he understood only slowly. Biting into his lower lip, he took a deep breath and turned Kathy over so that she was lying on her stomach.At first Kathy made no effort to resist. Everything had been so beautiful, she thought. But there was something. Always moaning and not pulling their weight. No pun intended.’‘Yep. They are both on a final warning. Have you got any mates looking for work?’‘My ex flat-mate, Suzanne is really good. I know she is looking for temporary work, but if things work out, I think she may be persuaded to become permanent. I’ll give her a call tomorrow.’‘Great, thanks.’We chat on amiably for quite a few minutes and I have now forgotten the fact we have no clothes on.As the heat builds up, I decide I need to cool. The air felt heavy all around her. Just as she began to cry, he sat down and held her in his arms. “You love Katie, don't you?” she asked. Kyle nodded. “With all of my heart. She is having my kid.” “Are you going to leave soon?” “Our eighteenth birthday is nest week. We will leave after that. I have enough money saved up out of my grandfather's trust fund to me. I will buy Katie and Tasha a nice place in the mountains.” Stephanie sniffled. “I love you, Kyle. I am going to miss you.” “Same.