“Grace? Teacher sent me to find you.”
“You found me.”
“Why are you hiding in the bathroom?”
“It’s just too much.”
“What happened?”
“This happened.”
“What? … this is a stocking.”
“Silk.”
“Silk?”
“Yeah. It’s what Sissy hanged herself with.”
“Your sister died?”
“Might as well. She’s in a coma.”
“Is she going to be okay?”
“No. Brain damage.”
“She really was sad.”
“It wasn’t that. She liked it.”
“Liked to hang herself?”
“Mister taught her. Just before an orgasm, he’d choke her.”
“Why?”
“It makes the orgasm bigger.”
“I never heard of that.”
“I found her. Yanno that stuff girls make? Mister calls it ‘honey’?”
“[giggle] … yeah … ‘honey drippers’ …”
“It was smeared down her thighs and puddled on the floor.”
“So she really …”
“I think she was doing it all afternoon and the last time the stocking got stuck.”
“Poor girl.”
“Yeah.”
“…”
“Hey, you don’t have to come tonight.”
“But it’s my turn.”
“I know, but it’s going to be different.”
“What’s going to happen?”
“He’s going to get this baby out of me before it gets too big.”
“Like he did with Sissy.”
“Yeah.
“How does he do it?”
“Pushes.”
“Pushes?”
“Pushes down on my belly. Right on my belly button then downward, really hard.”
“Oh my gosh.”
“Yeah. Squeezes it out.”
“Does it work for sure?”
“Either this thing gets pushed out of me or I go be with Sissy.”
“What do you mean?”
“He told me that sometimes things go wrong and girls die slowly from bleeding and infection inside.”
“Eww.”
“Yeah. So he agreed to do me like Sissy if it goes wrong.”
“How do you know that it feels good for sure?”
“Sissy did it to me a couple times. It feels amazing just as you go out.”
“That’s scary and exciting at the same time.”
“I know, right?”
“Are you sure about this? We could tell an adult and get help.”
“There’s no help. My daddy would beat it out of me and my pelvis is too narrow to birth it. I’d die anyway.”
“I want to come with you.”
“Can you handle it?”
“Yes. I love you, Grace. You’re my BFF.”
“I love you too, Olive.”
“…”
“Will you do something for me right now?”
“Sure.”
“Let’s go in the stall.”
“…”
“Play with me?”
“Your jeans are unbuttoned.”
“From my fat belly.”
“I like how it feels. I never knew it was firm like that.”
“Press on it.”
“Like this?”
“Harder.”
“Now?
“… oof … yeah …”
“It feels good?”
“… so good … harder … oh yeah …”
“You want an orgasm.”
“Yes … I need one … keep pressing … and use the fingers of your other hand … yeah …”
“Oh my goodness, you’re so slippery.”
“… been dripping honey since I found Sissy … deeper …”
“Like this?”
“… yeah … use three … oh feck … I love you, Olive …”
“You’re loose.”
“… four … use four …”
“Oh, Grace …”
“… deeper … harder … oh … oh! … OH! … it’s going to happen!”
“Holy cow!”
“… UNGH! … [grunting] … push on my belly!”
“What if it comes out?”
“… don’t … care … [shriek] … Oh, Olive … [whimpering] …”
“It’s okay, Grace. I won’t let you fall.”
“… feck-feck-feck … oh god …”
“That was a good one. Your toes curled up in your sneakers and you’re all quivery now.”
“… [sobbing] … hold me? … please hold me …”
“It’s okay, Grace. I’ve got you.”
“… I’m scared … so scared … I feel trapped …”
“I’ll be there with you. I won’t let you go through it alone.”
“Even if he has to do me with the stocking?”
“Even for that.”