Twenty Nine
Word seemed to spread after that episode. Whatever pride remained was obliterated. My psyche had justified the male gratification I was forced to offer. It was physical coercion. But in forcibly satisfying the females, encounters in which I felt absolutely no s****l enjoyment, I became disheartened. I could not fend off teenaged girls. Any islander could use me any time for any purpose. And it was dispiriting to feel no delight in satisfying such feminine pulchritude.
I am sure it is as Mrs. Winthrop intends.
So I concede. Even when a single older woman, her strength limited, grasps hold of my nubka handle I meekly follow her tags and gestures. And of course the teenaged girls furtively continue their usage. On occasion I believe they follow me until a convenient place is re
