“In fact, do you know what I think I should do? I think I should put this video on the internet, and advertise it all over town. That way the naughty boy’s whole family, all his friends and enemies and teachers and admirers and even the entire rest of the world can watch him jerk off and laugh at him too! After all, why should anyone feel sorry for him? Why should he ever dream that a person deserves any least bit of privacy when indulging his most personal needs? What kind of ridiculous idea is that?”
Tortured worse than ever by remorse I remain obediently silent, caught between a bottomless misery of guilt and a cringing terror that Mrs. Andrews intends to do exactly as she threatens. My life in this town would be over and my parents would probably ship me off to some kind of Christian
