In this newworld I had already done hers, after some gentle persuasion. First,fascinated, searching for my Alex, I'd watched Lexia reach under herski...t to skim off her tights. With braided hair, mascara and subtlelipstick, my ex-boyfriend was self-consciously feminine.The cool lick of polish across my nails never faltered. "And you weremine," she whispered."It's more important to girls."Alex had been the one; at sixteen I'd been so certain he was my truelove that giving him my virginity had. After cutting off the last of the bacon, he brought it back, then on outside to wash some of the salt off in the snow.Returning a few minutes later, he gave her the bacon and began peeling potatoes for breakfast. “That’s absolutely the last scraps of the bacon. We still have ribs and roasts, but if we want more bacon, we’re going to have to go hunting.”She made some acknowledgment that he didn’t quite catch. He, did, however, note that the tears were gone, but she said only what was necessary. Once I was butt naked I kneeled on the floor before her yet again, and yet again she pulled my face into her wet crotch by my hair and continued to beat me. Progressively she got to the point where my ass was so sore and stingy that I could not bare it any more. I had even broken into tears from the pain and emotional distortion that followed with each strike. She looked down at me and smiled sarcastically before spitting on my face. Your pathetic if thats all you can take! she said. I then. How could I forget, Lucinda a vicious tomboy who regularly beat me up when we played as children. A dominating self opinionated monster who reportedy enjoyed carnality with her female classmates to such excess that even the Cheltenham girs school was forced to expell her.“Oh yes, I remember Lucinda,” I agreed.“Excellent, “He agreed, “You do remember, well your mother sees her as an admirable match for you.” he said jovially.“And do I have any say in this?” I asked.“As long as it is a yes,” he.