My car skids off the shoulder, fishtails on about fifty yards of grass, comes to a halt against some thorny bushes. I'm back on the road heading in the other direction before they can turn around.
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"The branks were known also as the ‘scold's helm’ and the ‘dame's bridle.’ As you can see it is made of iron and incredibly heavy. This is a replica, so the cage is actually large enough to fit over the head of modern man. Not that it would ever come to that!” The broker, thin as a twig and about as charismatic, pauses to chuckle. “You'll note the spiked bit of iron that juts in from the mouth plate. This fits into the mouth and causes excruciating pain to the tongue any time the wearer attempts to speak. As you can guess, our forefathers really did think women were better seen than hea
