“Sure, anything you want done just say the word,” I said, “I’m kinda desperate.”
“Anything?” Martha asked. “Tea!” Martha announced so I went downstairs, they had laid out a high tea of sandwiches and a pot of tea with buttered scones with raspberry jam, my heart sank. Xxnx She paused a moment and added, “Pastor Taylour doesn’t approve of shorts or jeans, he thinks girls should wear skirts.”
“Oh no, no way!” I protested, “That is a step too far!”
“But it’s no different to wearing shorts,” May insisted, “Don’t you see?”
“No!” I replied. She took a candle, a tapered spiral ribbed candle, a red candle around eight inches long and a couple inches round and shoved it hard up my ass hole, I screamed. “It’s cool.” I agreed. “Ok, so I can pass for a girl,” I said, “Big deal!”
“It is a big deal to us,” May insisted,
