Filthy Habits
The bright and beautiful, young woman standing directly in front of the pillory in turquoise socks and grubby-white sneakers casually picks her nose and then rubs the green result onto my forehead – and there is nothing I can do to stop her! She then takes a step back in order to admire her handiwork and to laugh at me, before turning her back on me and licking her finger clean in her mouth as she equally casually walks away from me.
I suppose I should think of it as an honour – having a beautiful, young woman’s freshly picked mucus material attached to my felonious face. However, I can’t help but bow my head in shame, ably assisted by the heavy stone attached to my nefarious neck.