Hook and the Medicine Show, “Freakin’ at the Freaker’s Ball”Troy’s doorbell rang. When it wasn’t immediately answered, it rang again. A se...ries of short, quick rings followed. Troy ran to the door and opened it.Helen stood on the dark, rain-splattered porch, her wet hair sticking to her face. Her bare feet were muddy and the torn, soaked pajamas she wore clung to her little shivering frame.“H-hi, Troy. C-can I come in?”“Yeah, ok,” he said, with the obliviousness of an 8-year-old. “Uh, wipe your. They are simply the instruments of my revenge.”“I don’t understand.”“Let me regress a bit. You were right about my knowing that Burt Toomey was being paroled. I’ve waited patiently these twelve years for his release. Then three weeks ago when he was released, I arranged to meet him at a bar, I drugged his drink, offered him a ride back to his motel and brought him here where I tortured him until he finally broke down and told me the truth about what happened twelve years ago.”“But he confessed. My face even looked different. Gone was my strong masculine nose, replaced with a stubby little nose that would have looked more at home on on teenage girl. My lips were thicker, and no matter how hard I tried I could not stop them pouting as if I was about to kiss someone. Even my voice was now in high girlish tones. My blond hair hung down, parted in the middle and was pushed behind my ears to keep it out of my face.Now she towered over me, her 5?6? frame bigger and physically stronger than. If I called out ‘London’ now I could leave with at least a tiny speck of honour remaining.But I didn’t call out. As the thumping sound from the next room – the sound of my husband’s active infidelity - rang round my ears, James’ cock entered my body slowly, smoothly and inexorably. My whole being opened for him; yielding completely, allowing his body free, unimpeded access to every last inch of mine.“Ohhh yyyesss!”I sighed loudly as for the first time since my marriage, another man’s penis.