This night was different.This night was different. I was straining to see what he was doing behind me, twisting my head left and right as he prepared his latest entertainment. When I saw, my apprehension became fear. Several times in the past, I was punished for some infraction of a trivial rule that was made up for no other reason than as an excuse to punish me. Sometimes I was little rebellious, too. Now, he does these things to me without feeling the slightest need for a pretense. It isn't punishment anymore, it is just for his own pleasure. Or fascination. I can accept that, too. Except this time he was stretch- ing the point--literally and figuratively. Finally, I saw what he had been preparing me for. "You're not going to put that in me are you?" I squeaked. |