Please give your pearls to me. I will take them to the charity shop tomorrow. In exchange, I give you something of equal value, to you at least. Pleas... take this white apron and fasten it round your waist. The apron is the symbol of your subservience and your new position. With the pearls, you were perhaps someone once, but with the apron, you become invisible to the world as you clean and serve, though not invisible to me.”Kristina gasped and felt her clitoris tingle and her nipples stand. I bore him within my womb for nine months, went through the pain of his birth, we raised him through the scraped knees and bloody noses, only for him to die just as he becomes a man. It is wrong. He should be here with us, he should have a wife and we should have grandchildren, but since God had to call him home when he was 19, we will never have those things with him. Nor, will we ever have him again. I am sorry, Erik."The man turned and looked at her confused."What? Why are you sorry?"A tear. He tried to keep his eyes on the floor. He didn't want to look at what he knew he'd see hanging from the plaster-covered beam above the open closet. That's where it would happen, just outside the closet, Volodymyr thought, how ironic."Read it to make sure, will you Vlad?"Olena's husband went over to the night-table where Volodymyr had left the suicide note. He picked it up and read it out loud. In it, Volodymyr explained how his life was meaningless, how he'd always wanted to be something he. We both had peed in the bowl and joked about how this experience made our bond as brother as sister better. Now we both laid in bed, my sister in her made up bed. I couldn't sleep and turned around a lot. She must have heard it because she asked:'Do you miss jerking off?''What!' I gasped. 'Why do you ask that?'Well, I sleep next to you, and these walls are not so thick you know.' She said while making a sound with her hand resembling the noise it made when I jerked.I turned red and tried to hit.