"Unless you're an Avon representative, I'm not interested in what you're selling," said Natalya looking annoyed by my presence. I frowned, "Oh….Is that anyway to treat a relative?" When I took off my glasses, her thin face beamed with joy. "Zoya!" We hugged each other, laughing like friends that have been apart for ages. "Well, do come in, sister! We need some catching up to do….I never thought of you with pink hair."

"My hair's more red then pink," I said as I took the wig off my head. It was a relief to have that thing off, it was getting pretty itchy. Natalya nodded in approval of my new look. "Your hair looks better that way…..You almost look like Alexis DeLarge." Almost. I mused over the thought. While Natalya was talking about her life I was thinking of Bruce Wayne and Clark Kent. I wonder how many times somebody said to them, "You know…you almost look like Superman or Batman." I wondered how many times they wanted to say you're looking at him?

I was sitting on the couch watching Jerry Springer. Apparently, Society wanted Jerry to live on after his death some time ago before I was born. As I was watching some low life whores fighting over a man whom cheated on them both made me think of the time were Droog got controversial.

I remember it being in the spring in Georgia where it felt unbearably like summer. A woman by the name of Dixie wanted revenge on her man for leaving her for a sixteen year old Lolita. Dixie wasn't satisfied with the fight on the Springer show so she took it a little bit further, she called us. We made a house visit were we found them in the middle of an in-out, in-out. All four of us did whatever we liked with the Lolita but, the man was to be left for Dixie. She wanted to 'take care of him'. This was all done in front of Dixie's children, two boys and a girl.

Dixie wanted them to see this, she wanted them to learn a lesson about the price of adultery. Once we were finished with the Lolita and the cheating husband, I took the children outside with a rifle in my hand. I told my crew to hold Dixie down as I shot the children point blank between the eyes. I did it out of mercy, what the little ones saw would ruin them for the rest of their lives. They would either become submissive to whoredom or drugs or become something like me. As they were lying dead, Dixie turned from adoring me to cursing me. "You bitch! Why! Why did you do that!? They did nothing!" When I heard her say that I slammed the bitch hard. "Of course they did nothing, but you did! There's a price for everything and your children paid the debt!" I must have beaten and kicked her to the point off her dying. We left the bodies cooking in the heat.

"Earth to Zoya," said Natalya, snapping her fingers. I looked up at her irritated. "I was just spacing, sister." Natalya nodded, sitting down next to me with some Pringles in her hand. That's when I remembered the gift. "Natty, I have something for you." I went into my pocket, fishing out the fist sized present. She looked at the gift with curiosity in her eyes. "Ohh, what's inside?"

"Do you remember the Awesomeness?"

"You mean that Italian Trash that finally had the decency to die off the air?" I nodded in approval of her words. Once she opened the present she gasped in awe and disbelief. "You didn't!" But I did, In her hand she was holding a jar containing the severed member of the Awesomeness. She looked at the jar, examining it like a good detective. She looked at me with a quizzical eye. "Is this the Awesomeness?" I nodded grinning from ear to ear. She looked back at it again, her grin broadening. "My, he's so…..tiny!" We laughed at the joke like a couple of school girls.

"Man…just like old times," said Natalya. I followed into her room were she kept my 'trophies'. We went to a closet were a sign hung of a rooster and a cat playing on a seesaw. She fished out her keys and unlocked the door saying, "Ladies and Gentleman, A new guest has arrived. You will be amazed by how tiny he is!" We giggled at the dirty joke. Inside the closet was contained of jars with penises and labias (I sometimes would hunt down woman as well). She put the jar next to G whom was an inch taller. "At least you won't be lonely!" She said then locked the door again. As we walked back into the living room, she asked, "So…how's life?"

For an hour we talked about 'my life'. I told her a lie that I work for a supermarket in Colorado, that I lived alone and hadn't been dating. "If only there was a way to loose Sparky," said Natalya. I didn't say anything for a few moments. Sparky was an experimental device that lines inside my vagina, cervix and uterus. Sparky was meant to do two things: To keep you pure and to protect you from rape. If a penis was ever inserted inside me or any other object it would be like putting your member in an electric socket. It wouldn't just hurt him, it would hurt me too. Yes, my humble readers…..I'm a virgin.

"This is for your own good," said my father once as my twelve year old self was put under morphine then woke up feeling violated. After Sparky was implanted inside me, the urge for violence became more greater then sex but, that doesn't mean I'm prude. Instead of vaginally, I go for anal, oral, or masturbation but…there are times when I wish to lose all of my innocence. "You're day dreaming again."

I snapped out of my thinking, looking at my watch. It was time to go. "Hey, sis, I need to leave. Business." I kissed her on the cheek and said my good-byes then left. As I was about to unlock the car, a cloth full of chloroform was put over my mouth and I was out.