“So your number was fifty-six. You certainly weren’t my first.”
She has no compunction in viewing a male’s privates. Instead, she is flippant and laughs. I suppose others could deem it as a pleasant laugh, but I cannot. It’s evilly mirthful.
Her laugh turns to a smile, feigning mocked concern. “Tsk. Tsk. I guess it’s painful to have it removed. I suppose that’s why they numbered you there. The Agency’s psychologists were quite effective, wouldn’t you agree Mr. Applegate? After all, here you are years later cowering before a woman and humbly displaying your privates without circumspection, as if fulfilling an obligation.”
Her observation is irritating but true.
“Do you enjoy it? Exposing yourself to a woman? Perhaps there is just a tinge of thrill? I see you keep yourself shaven eve
