After arranging an appointment, he gave me the time and hour when he would come to pick me up to go to the doctor.I also received a new outfit from sc...oonpa who had to wear on that day.When we went to join the secretary, Schoonpa gave her a horny tongue kiss and sat with his hand in her open blouse playing with her nipple.Tell the doctor that we are there and also the full service, slut he told her.When it was up to us to go to the doctor, said a clean dad to the secretary, you also come. “It is time that such a so-called tradition was overthrown.”“Perhaps, but how do you go about doing that? I am only one man, and not important at all.”“Do you not have a tribal meeting where grievances are aired and discussed?”“Meetings are only between the Chief and the Elders, including the shaman. No-one else has a say in decisions. That is the tradition.”“Tradition again. How does tradition get changed then?”“It doesn’t; that is why it is tradition.”“Quite a set-up. The Chief and his male. Jonathan was gone to school before I woke up; I called in sick, soaked in the bathtub for two hours, until my skin threatened to slough off. I cried, breaking into unexpected, hysterical bawling. I wanted to beat my face with my fists. I wanted to drown myself. I didn't, and knew I was a coward. I almost drowned myself accidentally, falling asleep with my chin in the water.I douched. First with a kit from under the sink, and then with soapy water, four more times. Uncountable millions of sperm. ."***Das Medaillon***"gie...". Die letzte Silbe blieb ihm beinahe im Halse stecken. Er trauteseinen Augen nicht: Unter dem schlechten Replik des Hexenbuches befandsich die Kopie eines Gegenstandes, von dem er ebenfalls schon einmalgeh?rt hatte. Es war ein kleines Medaillon, in dessen Mitte sich dasAbbild einer gefl?gelten Gestalt befand, die eine Art Stab in die Lufthielt. Die eigentliche Kette war um eine kleine, leicht durchsichtigePlastikt?te gewickelt, in der sich allem Anschein nach.