”The slightest sound of a person clearing their throat sounded like thunder in the silence.“And?”“Last night, I couldn’t help myself. I touc...ed my sexual organ and became aroused.” I have sinned, there was the sound of regret heavy in the voice. “I masturbated in front of God, and the Blessed Virgin.”“Did your sinful act cause you to – climax?” The final word was almost a whisper.With balled fists and clenched eyes, the confessor nodded. “Yes.”“You have sinned grievously, my child. Twenty-four. Maybe that was the definition of a modern human.Whatever I was, I would try to move Jerome along with the least amount of force. They had asked me to do it, because he wasn't my brother. I had no baggage concerning Jerome. I would do whatever it took, short of murder, to rid them of the troublesome brother.When I got inside my place, I found it very quiet. I guessed that the two human units had driven to the model house to show it one last time before they left for the weekend. I went into the. For all that I had been a victim, it was nothing to leaving this child motherless. ‘Ishtar,’ I said, wishing I had called her anything else. Her name was proof of my rejection and though she may not have known it, I felt it keenly. Regret coursed through me. She reached out to brush a tear from my cheek. Her bracelets glittered in the torchlight, among them a string of clay beads I made long ago. They seemed to be from another life, a stranger’s life. ‘Oh child,’ I said, ‘for all the stars in. .let’s get started.” “Okay, then, Emma, I’m going to need you to stand up for me, turn, squat, and twerk your ass. Make an effort to move the skirt with each motion so that we can see your panties.” Emma stood, stiffening as she did so, and turned around as ordered. Years of pilates had given her a small, shapely, ass that crested her dress as she began to squat. Once she was in position, she made an obvious call on her will and began to twitch and gyrate her ass. Her cheeks blushed red with.