He paused before addressing her breasts. They were tremoring violently as Maureen’s chest heaved with her sobs. Her n*****s, fat and distended, were rigid from her fear. Maureen had never let anyone see her breasts since they had grown to their voluptuous fullness. Not even her mother. She felt shamed to have her father peering at them now with rabid intensity.
She closed her eyes and tried to prepare herself for the agony to come, the insult to her secret self. It was hard to believe that this was really happening. What was so wrong about what she had done that she should suffer so? She had seen her parents mad before, but now they were filled with such fury that they seemed to have become entirely different persons, more like demons than people.
“Open your eyes,” her father growled m
