Clad in a corset, an enticing short skirt, a dashing cowboy hat to entice the sexy men and
women flooding up and down the streets.
One mind, one mission. one destiny. Love, Lust, Dominance, Submission, Sex. The sheep
partying with the wolves and everyone was happy. I was both a sheep and a wolf that day. Preying and hoping to be preyed on.

Then a man wearing a farout outfit made of feathers a mask and a thong approached
me. He looked at me and said, "You are so beautiful, but what makes you
even moreso are the scars you carry..." He looked over me and sexually,
intimately started to carress my scars and I did not object as i was enjoying the
moment as much as he.
He followed each scar as if it were brail. "Beautiful" he gasped.
I never saw him again.

These scars criss crossing amongst my chest and torso....Beautiful???
How can this be? I pondered.
They're (to me) a road map. A roadmap that no man or woman would and will not want
to follow. It would lead them into Hell. My Hell. Not the kind that has been burned into our
childhood minds, but of a different kind.
that is all...

Jordan
written while under the influence of a tranquilizer