Now a generation on the problem of a lack of eligible men had revisited Lorna. She advertised in the newspaper in the city of Newton not too far away ...nd requested contact from eligible men interested in marriage with three sisters to chose from aged nineteen to twenty-six. A dozen responses had been expected. Lorna received eighty-four. On Saturday when Walter was away fishing, she sat down with her daughters in the living room and read out the letters, the three girls being instructed to vote. "You should try," she said and I narrowed my eyes. "Fighting is like fucking." I think I'd be afraid of fighting someone," I sighed."Are you afraid to fuck?" she teased me, licking her thin red lips and she really did look like a vampire.Eva was a total Goth and I could easily imagine her ten years younger, clubbing in Berlin all dressed in black with her face painted and pierced. I bet she'd been really hot when she was like 17 years old, the kind of girl I'd always been jealous and even. Like the day she had tied me to the bed spread out and let others come in and use me while she sat on my face. I tried to never disappoint her because she could be mean if I made her mad.She was married I found out and he did not know of this side of her. David knew she liked women and suggested she play the role of Mistress and it worked out to both of their benefits. I was used and humiliated. I was shared often on weekends. David got into the tying and gagging me at times to please his. I felt his love and concern for me in that hug, and I tried to say something, but I suddenly couldn’t speak as the dam of emotion tore loose, and it was all I could do to hold him and cry. He brushed his hand through my hair as I wept, telling me everything was okay. I remember saying ‘Thank you’ to him and telling him ‘I’m sorry’ over and over, although I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to be sorry about. When I finally ran down, I felt like a wrung-out dishrag. At a nod from the police.