The guards ripped off Mara’s clothes, pinning her head against the wall.
Go came up with the idea that all things were part of a good conspiracy.
I was thinking sex, she was thinking sex, but neither of us made a move.
I was all alone in a little room, nothing but that big gun in my face.
She transfigured into a swallow in flight, or a hippo in the rainy season.
It was just what it was. Sex with someone who was not her husband.
The pictures were taken in the woods, naked from the waist down.