She was still a maiden.He did not say a word as his hand grabbed her by her upper arm. He would take his prize here and now she realized. So be it. Hi... gloved hand dug through multiple layers of cloth into her flesh. She would not say a word either, she swore. I promised my body, not my words. He lifted her up like a c***d and dragged her behind him. All she could do was follow clumsily. She realized that her legs were trembling and numb and she could not set one foot in front of the other. It felt like a pulse of lightning going into each hair, almost as if a small, fine needle was being inserted very rapidly where each hair grew all the way to the root, every time the laser was triggered. I had to ask for a break. I had reached my threshold of consecutive pulses from the laser on a sensitive spot. During breaks I asked questions and tried to calm my nerves. I think I took a break with every four to five pulses when it was on a sensitive area. As each series of pulses were. He knew that she had expected more, but he didnt plan on making things easier for her. Why not? Ive had a few bad incidents with other schools Ive been to. My parents didnt mind, but they werent exactly happy about it. Oh. How many other schools have you attended? Sixteen now. She looked anxiously over at another table and her face grew worried. What are so afraid of? I dont get why youre letting them bully you into this. Or is it that guy three tables down that keeps looking over here?. Deep within the pit of my stomach there is a seething, gelatinous black mass. This is where the tar babies live. They are the guardians of all the hurt, all the slights, all the malevolence I've suffered in my life. Real and imagined. Every time I've played Medusa to their Helen of Troy. Every eye that has flitted from me to her. Every conversation I've been gradually excluded from. All the haughty disdain that she, her, they have showered on my less perfect physical appearance. All of them.