All three adultswatched the fourteen-year-old prance painfully out ofthe room, the slim hips forced to swivel in anexaggerated way so as to avoid feel...ng more pain.“Little slut,” Mason whispered as his eyes followed thespandexed teen ass wriggle out of the room.“Yes, little whore,” agreed the doctor wife in a cold,reptilian way. Glen shivered.Mason looked up at Glen, completely professional. “Now,what do you have to tell us about Brenda?”“Well, did you. College had let out, but I was killing brain cells all the same as a grocery store cashier. I pushed myself through morning with the thought of my midday cig break, but it was hardly a relief once it came, slumped out back behind the store in the sticky heat, dumpsters festering beside me. I felt sick and dizzy, and the cigarette was like a cheap knock-off of nepenthe, just barely enough to dull the urge to slit my throat with my “Hello, my name is” pin. I felt anxious and uneasy and. .." My head began to spin once more.All I could think about was the words 'changes' and 'confusing'.Aunt Joan reached over and placed her index finger over my lips to stopmy protest."Small changes, only small changes, to begin with at least and then therest will depend on your behaviour," Aunt Joan added, as she looked deepinto my fearful eyes. She then turned to Miss Gill. "Would you mindfetching the tape rule from the mantle, and the pen and pad?"This she handed to Aunt Joan. "Stand up. Her beating heart was right against his ears, filling them with the steady sound. He could smell every ingredient to her scent, uncertain as to the origin of them all. He could taste her skin; feel the soft silky texture of her neck. Most prominent was the blood. He felt life flowing within her. The blood tasted better than anything, it was filling in a way that nothing had been before. A man could eat one dollar chicken sandwiches until he exploded and never feel as satisfied. Something about.