I assert a copyright on the text of this story and no printing, distribution, re-posting or commercial use what so ever is allowed without prior authorization by myself or my future assignees. On April 12, 2119, at approximately 1 hour past sunset, at my place of residence, I was forcibly raped by Do you think it will work ? I don You are not being punished, at least not yet, says the public defender to her client.However, since the basic ideas in this story (public punishment, small-town politics, adultery, pain, repression of the middleclass, sex, betrayal, morality, prostitution, etc.) are not entirely my own, feel free to incorporate them into any of your own works. Do you think the judge will allow my statement into the record without me actually being forced to testify, asks Yvette of her publically appointed attorney, Ms. But you know, for a married woman to have sex with someone, anyone, other than her husband is adultery and on this planet it is crime. You had not been inseminated, although your vaginal opening was s cock had to be at least 6 cm in diameter.
For example, if someone suggests something, you can say that they make a suggestion.What am I supposed to do, let him slice open my neck so I have a wound to show the medical examiner as evidence ? As you know, the women on this planet with well-shaped, symmetrical breasts, such as yours, are capable of becoming pregnant and bearing children.Then he ordered me to strip, which I do, thinking that my husband would be home soon to save me.t counted on that. Councilor, that bastard fucked me for 30 or 40 minutes, in every position imaginable. When he shoved it in, it felt like a telephone pole, and every time he pulled it out, I felt like I was giving birth ! Women with poorly developed, lopsided or lumpy breasts are not. But according to the medical examiner, you are not pregnant.For Christ sakes, Yvette, you were nearly caught in the act We went over this before, says the dumpy public defender. Your husband discovered you, naked, on his bed, with a dozen fresh roses in a vase on the nightstand. We both know that your hubby, Jack, is only a 3 cm guy.There were no finger prints on the vase; only smudges. Plus, your neighbor reported seeing a man jumping from your bedroom window and running away, just as your husband came home.s a lie.