She could feel the slimey mixture drip off her, her button quivering against the spit and the mop top. "There you go little pig, you will tase so good... with my special sauce," the attendent said, dropping the mop back into the bucket. Taking a pair of cutters, he cut the plastic tag from her ear. "There you are. You are now longer a sow, you are now meat. Put it on the fire boys;" he ordered, striding away, pushing the wheeled bucket of sauce. Kimberly heard the word 'meat' and it. She did not. ..My acceptance speech was short, dramatic, humorous, self-depreciating, and intentionally gentle. I was facing a retread from the opposition party, who thought this was the year, and that the fact that I got married during my term was proof that I was uncommitted to leading America. His rants weren't going over well, and I was told that their fundraising was dreadful. As much money as the party wasted attacking me for being male, straight, and married, you would think they were the Puritanical. No one could see us. “What are you doing here?”“Coming to see you.” He says and sighs. “I don't want to give up on you.”“Trust me, you should.” I say and he shakes his head.“No, I shouldn't. You are so important to me, I mean, you are the first girl I've ever loved, ever had sex with... I can't give up on you because of one mistake.” He tells me. “I don't deserve you.” I tell him and he shrugs.“Well that's my choice, isn't it?” He smiles lightly. “If you don't want to be with me, then fine.. My skinfelt soft with no hair.As I pulled my top back down I felt the fleece changing into thinner silkymaterial. It was hard to get it down, as it was now very tight. Totally redand shiny its collar had disappeared and the neckline had a large scoopedopening showing a little of my bra. The sleeves got shorter revealing abarbed wire tattoo around the top of my right arm. When I was fixing it up Inotice that my hair was stuck down the back of my top. I pulled it out and itfell over my shoulders.