Real woman doll

March 18, 2007

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Numbly, I washed the soap from my body and turned off the shower. I left the bathroom, still wet, and walked barefoot over the rug to stand before the full-length mirror at one side of the room. There, again I gasped, and again the room seemed to reel about me. On the mirror, which I had not noticed before, there was another mark. It had been drawn in my most scarlet lipstick on the surface of the mirror. It was more than a foot high, but it was the same mark that I wore on my thigh, that same graceful, cursive mark. Disbelievingly, I looked at myself in the mirror. I touched again the mark on my thigh. I looked again at the red mark drawn in lipstick on the surface of the mirror. I beheld myself. I knew almost nothing of these things, but there was no mistaking the lovely, deep, incised mark on my thigh. Everything went black, and I collapsed to the rug before the mirror. I fainted. I had been branded

Real woman doll

Then my wrists were free.real life love doll.real life like baby doll. My heart sank. It was already a half past midnight! My heart was pounding. I pulled the gag down from my face, pulled the heavy wad of soured packing from my mouth. Then I was suddenly ill, and fell to my hands and knees, and vomited on the rug

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