"Then he pulls a bag from the under the bed and pulls four large paper clamps out. He examines them and then dons a pair of surgical gloves while givi...g a nasty explanation, "I don't want to touch your nasty fuck hole."He orders her legs to spread wider and places two clamps on one side of her cunt. Then two on the other side and she grimaces as each clamp closes painfully on the tender flesh. When that is done he attaches a light chain to each clamp. Then attaches them to a single chain that. ’ ‘No thanks. I have high ideals and want to make women a real force in this country, unshackling the yokes lingering from Colonialism. The closest I’ve ever got to bright kids was taking the ski team to Queenstown, New Zealand, and coaching hockey that attracted the elite girls. In the classroom I was always landed the dummies.’ ‘Darling I do think it’s not PC to call students with learning disadvantages that name.’ ‘Fuck fancy names.’ ‘Sophie!’ her aunt and uncle yelled. David asked. "Yeah, right," I said, swirling the dregs of my latte."No," he said. "Really. Your not pathetic. Your," and he paused as if searching for the right word, and then added: "lonely. Neglected. Overlooked. Taken for granted. Ignored."We made eye contact. His word choice was exactly right. I truly did feel lonely; neglected; overlooked; taken for granted; and definitely ignored by Ronald! Duane had hit the very center of the target; the focal point of my womanly frustrations as a sexual person! That. “Well, then, eat properly.” Mom turned to Dad. “Gary, you should get going dear or you’re going to be late.”“Oh,” Dad said, looking at the clock. “Yes, I’d better get going.”He got up, drained his coffee and walked to the hall closet. Mom accompanied him and helped him with his coat, then picked his briefcase up and handed it to him, holding her face toward him for a quick peck before he turned and walked out to his car. Mom closed the door and walked back to the kitchen.“Eat slowly, Tyson. It.