I didn't even keep her locked up anymore, but only because she was broken. She was like a dog that's been whipped too long too often, so that all she ...new how to do was suffer for me.Audrey cried a lot. Even when we made love, the woman wept and I wondered what I'd done wrong.I pushed her out of my mind, walking the street aimlessly, seeing people I recognized. Not by face or name, but by type. The addicts and pushers and old whores and faggots cruising. I knew them all and I had an urge to. She often wondered whether the original Susan B. Anthony, pioneering feminist (and a distant ancestor of Susan’s), would approve. As an agitator for women’s rights she would certainly have cheered Susan’s swift rise through the ranks of what had historically been an all-male preserve. But she had also been raised as a Quaker and therefore a pacifist, so there were no safe assumptions to be made. Susan liked to think that the feminist side would have won out, but she also understood the pain of. I masturbated again and again that day. I started finding opportunities to touch my sister from then.My father bought me a bike during my high school. During my sister’s third year sem holidays she asked me to teach her how to ride gear bikes. I was more than happy to teach her, I said yes. We went to an empty ground near my house and there were no one around. I explained her everything about gear bikes like how to shift gears, etc. Then I told her to climb the bike, she did. I told “OK now try. Already then, I realized that I had to be very discreet and as I grew up, my obsession became a very secret part of myself. Dating boys I found just boring as nobody realized what I was longing for and I had no one to talk to about it. Sex in some way felt like a half measure without what I was dreaming of. In all secrecy, I started practising self discipline in my early teens and afterwards, everything felt just so much more meaningless and empty. It was not just a dream. It developed into a.