You filthy whore. Those were the scum of the earth and you let them fuck you. You sucked their clicks." Allen's face was scarlet. His lips curled back... odiously."Allen. Why? Why?" Sybil told me you were a little whore. She told me you fucked anything with legs. Now I know. Now I know." No! No!" Gwen screamed, burying her face in her hands and sobbing. "No."She didn't see Allen reach into his pocket and pull out the cord. She didn't feel him grab her hands and tie them to the headboard or lash. Simon was a couple of years younger than me, a little shorter, slim, fit with boyish looks and I had often thought that I would like some sexy fun with him. I was living in a shared house at the time, and he was staying the weekend, crashing on a spare mattress on my bedroom floor.It was time for bed, we disappeared upstairs with the mags, both striped to our pants ready for bed. He disappeared to have a piss, I was sitting on the edge of my bed, feet on the spare mattress, looking at that. With that she strode into Nick’s room and we followed like sheep. Everything looked good, and then Nick spotted the magazine and looked round at us in horror. Auntie picked it up between two fingers. “What on earth do you think you are doing, bringing such filth into my house?” “Shit,” said Nick louder than he intended. Judy said loudly, “You can't say that, Mum doesn’t like swearing.” And Nick mumbled something which sounded like, “Hard bloody luck!” Auntie’s face was a picture, she. I then passed the paper around, and said to look at both pictures and tell me what they meant to them. I said to wait until everyone had seen the pictures and I would ask each person what they thought. The paper went around with some giggling and blushing. I then asked the question. I pointed to the woman stick figure and asked what it was. I asked each one and except for Barbara, who I asked last, I got these answers: what is it; what are those lines in the middle; how come there are three.