Madame Mary

As he began to move away, filled with a vague moral guilt, she felt the ripple of a strange thrill pass through her. She clutched him to her, enveloping his fragile face in her alpha bosoms. Excitement zapped through her like a lightning strike. Zap. Zap. Zap. Sharp and searing, burning her insides in bright hot brilliance. This was culminating in a frenzy. She was barely aware of the boy’s resisting cries as she swooped them together towards her bedroom, clothes dislodged.