each time he pulled one out , he left behind a tiny bead of rising blood . could place my hands on his chest if i wanted to . `` will you be gentle with me ? '' if it wasnt for pig-face here we wouldnt be in this mess . i brushed my tongue over my scarlet lips as he placed his hand on my upper thigh . he knew what the man wanted to know . i have become the mother caring for the woman about to give birth . 