#9433 - Sodomite am I! I railed as she shouted again, Well madam I'll have you recant if I have to have you thrashed to within an inch of your life, Sodomite! she sneered again, More woman than man! For heaven's sake, I snapped, Silence! You spurned me, in favour of a man, that I can never forgive! she challenged. Much less for men, I countered, But I do Mother, but I fear disease, it is rampant in the militia, why half the force have it at times, cock rot and the like, it turns the stomach! So you have no urges? she probed. Many's the time I imagined my faithful ivory hair brush were the prong of some lusty blade as he ravished me, and that my soft bed were the stage before the whole throng of the estate and more who cheered and whooped with my joy as I plunged the handle within me! she continued wickedly.