Tell me son what could I do?? I feared for my life. If he killed me no one would raise an eyebrow. This was rural Rajasthan. Women had no rights!!So I...did what he told me to do. I became his slave. Later he climbed over me and fucked me as if I was his wife. After he was satisfied he put on his clothes and stumbled back to his bed where he normally slept.This went on for several months and his fucking me became a routine affair. Frankly I also got used to it and slowly started looking forward. Novelists have relied on similes and metaphors in the past... “horse-faced” (or some other barnyard animal), or any number of crude, cruel literary devices. But Jenny’s face is ... well ... it’s a wreck. Twisted, pock-marked, scarred, colored bright orange-red in some places, bluish-purple in others. Her right eye is obviously artificial ... a glass eye, which stares fixedly straight ahead. But because the other, normal eye is still bright, alive, intelligent (and a deep sea-green in color),. Do you miss it?”Dani paused for a second. “Again, to be honest, yes, I do.”Sonya nodded again. “I’ve just talked to Seth about the same kind of thing, about him and Lizzy.” Sonya paused, wondering how truthful to actually be. She decided that with the drastic possibilities of this pandemic hovering over them day in and day out, for who knows how long, she needed to be 100% honest with her daughter. “Actually, sweetheart, just a little while ago I caught Seth and Lizzy, kind of together.”“Kind. In fact, many of the leaders of this church were openly gay and perfectly accepted in their community. He knew his mother, who insisted on a call every week or would plague him with guilt, would have suffered a premature heart attack if she ever found out her little Charlie had given up on the only true church and the only path to salvation. But there was something missing.A few weeks before graduation, he found out his two roomates were taking their gals to on a camping trip and he would be.