Next, I placed the headdress over my blond hair and I hated it immediately. The back of it curved down over my neck, and the sides of it, which were f...lded over like two swans' wings at rest, covered my ears. I am sure that it would look perfectly natural in a painting by William Hogarth, but on me it looked dreadfully fantastical. The brim of it almost concealed half my face. I imagined that I must look like a nun with a brain case too flat for her skull. It would have to go.The final insult. She lay back her whole body quaking as he showed her the disc she knew would be in place for the rest of her life. It was similar to a dog collar disk, on which was clearly stamped, her name and her husbands, under that the single word PAINSLUT. She read it twice, nodded to him and slowly opened her legs, saying he was to “do it now” He swabbed the area with the antiseptic, asking “left or right?” She said that “it was his choice and for him to just do it”. Gripped the table edges with white. My name is Justin Roberts. As dreadful a name as any. I often dreamed ofthrottling those who made a two first names joke thinking they wereclever. Anyway, I was born into a lower-middle class family with oneelder brother and 16 close cousins. It was a pretty average childhood Iguess. I had enough to eat, I had a roof over my head, a yard, and a dog,so I guess I can't really complain.Still... I had regrets. Parents will always say they don't have afavorite child. This is a lie. My brother was. She got embarrassed and said she shouldn't have said that. I told her not to regret it. She then started to go on her spiel that the things we did we can't do again, it was wrong... again. I told her to stop. She said it doesn't matter what our bodies did. I then asked her, "You mean how we both cum over and over?" She didn't answer and just got quiet. I stopped her and then leaned in and kissed her. She looked at me wide eyed. At least I think so it was pretty dark. And I then kissed her.