Although it was terribly sad that her former lover was now deceased, Margery saw no reason why she should not allow her Miriam’s sweet son to enter her personal orbit.
“In order to shape you to my needs, Kenneth,” Margery said, “I have purchased a special device for you to wear. It fits over your p***s and testicles. Once you get used to it, I think you will find it a worthy instrument of support and control, far superior than those wretched briefs you’ve been wearing.”
“What is it?” Ken asked, somewhat nervously.
Margery pointed to a thin, flat package that had been placed inconspicuously atop her oaken coffee table. Behind the table, a picture window looked out towards the city. It featured an urban view every bit as magnificent as the one ornamenting the office of attorney Robert Joh
