When she was within ten feet she slowed and stopped, her dark eyes locked on mine. She was in her thirties, with short dark hair. An open leather jack...et covered a pure white tee shirt. Skin tight black jeans led down to spiked boots. Dark eye shadow and bright red lipstick completed the look. Her expression was neutral. She did not speak, just gazing at me.I rattled the chains above me. "Let me go," I said, trying to insist but not to threaten her. She did not react, still gazing blankly. "Let. She told Linda to have him sign them, then she would signthem as a witness tomorrow morning. Linda was ecstatic. Shecouldn't wait to get home. She arrived home was surprised that he had done such a good jobin the living room and had also cleaned the kitchen. He had supperready and she sat down to eat. She told him about the new client,and that he was handsome and personable. She said she had a coupleof papers that needed his signature. He said no problem, and that he was glad they had gotten. ”“Oh, but you do want to, filthy cunt. And I do fucking own you, ‘coz you’re a worthless fucking black whore, and you depend upon white guys like me for your pleasure, for your jobs, for your money, for…”“Leave her alone, Chad,” interrupted Alison. She looked around. All the others were far too busy to notice, in the dark, what was going on between Eva and Chad. And the clamour of fuck-noises, dirty talk and scripture readings from beyond the glass drowned out the sound of Chad’s increasingly. For her to rise,Wanting to see her breastsBounce back,Full and round and firmAs balloons ascendingInto Heaven above.ANDROGYNOUS PARADEIn the parade,An androgynous face,Like a girl'sAnd a boy's,So feminineAnd masculineIt's impossible to sayWhich he or she may be;Although the mustacheAnd goatee suggestBalls,The buoyant breastsBouncy and full,Despite the line of hairIn the cleavage between the two,IndicateOva,And there is no wayTo tell,For he or she wears pants,Skirts being largely.