Just do the things you learn and enjoy being a little girl. You'll love this experience, I promise. Now, take a deep breath and relax. Everything will...be alright."Mrs. Smith let go of my arms and walked backwards towards the door while keeping her eyes on me. "Just relax, you'll do fine." She pointed her finger at me to stay before turning to open the door."Are you Mrs. Smith?" someone asked.Yes, I am. Hi. You must be from the committee. I'm glad you could make it. Please, come in and call me. I was his property, I belonged and would belong to himforever.For days after the procedure, especially in the morning, Mustapha wouldhold my belly in his arms and wish me good morning with a kiss on mycentre of femininity. This had to remind me every day, at the start of theday, that I was his. Every one of those kisses would send waves of pureelectricity through my whole body. They charged the jewel with a spiritualenergy that would then be slowly released throughout the day. While mybrain was. He is exactly what I always wanted a man to be but never thought one existed. I know I use Charlie. I use him all the time. He serves me. He has never missed a month of mensesservice. That is the greatest thing he does for me and he does itbecause he loves me. He certainly does not enjoy the taste! He liesto me and tells me he does. Like I believe that! He tells me my farts do not stink! Believe me when I tell you they are the worlds worse! I pee in Charlies mouth a lot. To much. I make him. It was a text from an unknown number."Hi. Hope you don't mind me texting you out of the blue but loved the other night and wanted to know if you'd like to meet up again?" the message read.Victoria cast her mind back and tried to recall giving out her number. Then it dawned on her – it must have been Steve, a friend of a friend that she got paired off with by her matchmaking best friend. Steve was a similar age to Victoria and a few inches taller than her. But then, she thought, most guys are..