" you feel a boot rattle your bruised body and you tumble forward just far enough to clear the door. You hear the door slam behind you, the mechanism ...locking. The sounds of steps marching in unison, and your fate being sealed.You crawl to the wall, choosing it as the place you will spend the last moments on your terms. The pain throbs, but it's better this way, the searing pain covers the horrific memories of your failures that leave you alone now. Of the hopes, that at least some of your. She told me to do the dishesand when I finished I was to read her magazines. I asked about taking therollers out as they were starting to give me a headache and she laughed."Get used to it sissy," she laughed.I saw her leave with Uncle Mark as I was finishing up the dishes. I wentinto the family room and sat there reading her women's magazines. It washard to understand how these things would make anyone want to read themas the articles ranged from to recipes to the best cleaning products. Our heads tilted slightly at the same time as if we had done this before. It felt so different, so soft and yet so firm at the same time.When I felt her tongue, I couldn’t help responding. It wasn’t just a kiss, it was a connection and one I’d never felt before. For an instant, I thought of my husband, but then the moment overwhelmed me and I realized my eyes were closed. Without realizing it, Kim was also in my arms and the kiss deepened more than I thought possible.The kiss ended and she. The copper wire wound around then glinted in the light. For the first surprise I pulled out a special piercing machine that made quick work through each nipple, hanging a 6? silver hoop from each. The connection was permanent and due to the inner structure of the hoop it would take a special cutting tool to get each one off. Unwinding the wire from the base of each breast was slow work as the sheer size of her melons had flowed over the wire and allowed it to embed at the base. The pain must.