Instead, he sets the bowl down and returns with a clay cup, similar to the one Ida used to give me water. Porn I shudder exquisitely, my hands curling into tight fists, knuckles whitening. It pales in comparison to my breasts however, which seem to have magically almost doubled in size. This simple look which conveys so much; the stare which increases my shame a hundred-fold. As it grows, the top tilts forward while the sinks further into the ground. They would pass it off as a freak of nature, maybe study it for a time; try to fix the problem. It no longer feels wrong to desire him the way I do, now that I’ve made my choice and sealed my fate. “I know, love.” Is his only reply and
