"What do you weigh?"She wrinkled up her nose and said, "'Bout 130." Bit plump, eh? How tall?" Five-ten?" Inseam?" Thirty-five." Who deflowered you?"Sh... blinked and licked her lips. "Ted, my brother, right after my birthday. Nasty and under-sized too. Lasted two minutes maybe. Squirted all over the place."I waited, pen poised."All three," she said and a tear slid down her cheek. "All three holes, the bastard. It really hurt even though he was only maybe five inches." Bra size?"She sniffed.. The next cycle started again just as the previous two. And the next. And the next. I lost count. Each and every cycle was reinforced with promises I made to her. I promised total subservience. I promised to do all the housework and laundry. I promised to do whatever she wanted me to. I promised to wear whatever she told me to. The combination of stress and exhaustion must have caused me to pass out at. I felt something soft rubbing back and forth across my lips. Regaining consciousness. "I want to stop. But when he wants me..."Steven jumped when the phone rang. His eyes went to it, then to Elyse. She ignored the insistent warble, now pale and oddly neutral as she searched for his reaction.She was slim and fragile in the cotton sundress. Enough light poured through it from behind her to reveal the outline of her breasts and waist. He guessed she was naked beneath it, then was sure of it as she approached the phone. She pressed it to her ear, listening, motionless, familiar. No matter how 'natural' they looked, it now felt unnatural to me to see the low, thick, shapeless male brows. The beautiful long nails, each attached with a drop of superglue, had been carefully pried off with an orange stick and put away in the vanity. The nails underneath were then lightly filed and buffed to some semblance of normalcy (Ugh! There's that word again).The Fourth Level of Hell would be making a conscious effort not to swish in front of my co-workers. I had to remember to move.