She just went to the restroom a couple of minutesago and she knew he was in no state to dance. The boy, who did not knowhe was now at the prom stag, a...ked Joy where she was going. Joy kept onlooking towards her future, instead of back at her past, when she said,"To be with the man who should have been my prom date."As the lady walked closers towards the man she loved, Joy started tosparkle like the glitter in the nail polish on her fingertips. Each stepshe became more radiant until she was. " "So I'm guessing you'll be George Eliot being as you're the one with a pussy and breasts. So who shall I be?" "You'll be George Henry Lewes." "So two Georges, won't that be confusing for the reader?" "You can call me Mary Anne or Miss Evans. I'll call you George Henry or Mr Lewes." "Mary Anne or Miss Evans?" "Because George Eliot was a nom de plume. Her name was Mary Anne Evans." "I see. Shall we be doing mid-Victoriana dialogue then?" "Fuck no. I'm a hack, not an alchemist. We'll do it in. Sometimes the pain of a severe whipping, sometimes some humiliating or disgusting task you'll have to perform before I unlock you. But then ending will always be the same - I'll lock the belt back on and leave you lying there, counting the hours until the timer sets you free." Welcome to the rest of your life."I had no time to take in the appalling picture she was painting of my future, as she was already locking the belt onto me. My cock dispappeared into a metal tube which seemed to be. “Yeah, you did. But don’t worry. This is important. We can have sex anytime, but you’ll only experience something like this once. Well, there are a couple of other highlights, but none are quite as intense as the initial activation,” he informed her.“Why are you so bright? Why can’t I see what you look like anymore?” she asked.“Let’s hold off on that, as I’m sure your family is going to want to hear the same answers. It’s difficult enough telling it once. I’m not looking forward to going.