That is clause 17 in the terms and conditions that you signed.”Edna looked shocked as she looked towards Mabel and then back at Gemma by then with a...look of despair on her face as she replied, “I didn’t read the terms and conditions. I just signed them.”Gemma retorted with, “I’m sure you know that that does not release you from the terms and conditions in their totality. So, once again, what is your decision?”Edna looked across at Mabel who answered her unasked question in an almost apologetic. Her first thoughts said it had been a nightmare but the pain in her body said otherwise. She stood and staggered to the bathroom to look in the mirror, the sight that greeted her made her almost collapse in horror and she slapped her hand across her mouth to stifle a scream. Her head was, as she had expected, totally bald, across the front, just above the hairline, was tattooed the word “WHORE” in black letters maybe and inch and a half high. Her nipples had an artistic scroll pattern. I'll be there. I know goddamnit! Jesus!" She hung up."Marta?" Another minute, Joe. Hey Maria, I need you tomorrow at noon at the Beverly, room 517. Tomorrow meaning Sunday. Call me one way or the other and soon. Five bills baby." Marta?"As soon as she set the phone down she cried. Her head lay in her hands. Her body heaved. "I'm sorry Joe," she whimpered into the table."So what Mary called you... ?" Yes Joe, I'm a whore," she said with the saddest smile in creation, her head tilted in her hands. I’d started masturbating alongside him, just to make it less weird. Then I’d started wearing fewer clothes as he did. Soon I was topless, then totally naked, letting him stand above me, staring at his cock as he wrapped his hand around it and pumped it up and down, up and down, over and over.Still, no dice. There had been countless times when he’d gotten close to cumming, but we just couldn’t get him over the edge.I think of myself as a pretty good little sister, and so I’d tried to be as.