Slowly as her skirt rose her knickers came into view. My jaw dropped as the realization of what I saw hit me. She was grinning from ear to ear, laughi...g, as she watched my reaction. She opened her legs affording me a more painful view. Her knickers were thoroughly saturated with her own secretions and those of the man or men she'd been with ... I didn't have the will to ask which of those it was. It was as if she read my mind ... ''Just one hon ... but several times ... he was ... a machine. .” She pauses, her smile dropping to a pout, then returning, “I’m sorry love ... You know what I mean...”We cut to a closer shot as she continues to talk, holding her hands up as if a bug is crawling around on it. “I’ve played with bugs since I was a little girl ... Always liked them ... I never realised that it was a sexual thing – that didn’t even occur. You don’t link insects and sex, do you? Well, I never did ... Not until a we had been together for an awfully long time, and the kids had. ‘Miss Lillian, please! In such a dire circumstance we shall dispense with that would be a standard behavior indeed for Mrs. ______ is very truly feeling so poorly, please exit now and I will let you know of any assistance needed forthwith!’ And with that Miss Lillian closed the door rather sharply it seemed to me, but closed nonetheless. ‘Oh my, oh my,’ Mrs. Emma was muttering, ‘for where had I gone wrong, oh where?’ She fanned her face with her hand clumsily as I gathered a sheaf of papers. Now, shut your eyes.” Emi wanted him to hold her hand, to at least stay close by while she suffered whatever indignity he’d decided to inflict upon her, but she was afraid to ask him, unwilling to show weakness in front of the others. He seemed to anticipate it though, for he made himself more comfortable on the floor next to her, and rested his hand on her shoulder, squeezing it gently. He knew his touch calmed her, knew how important it was to her to have such reassurance, knew that the.