My Sin, Lesbian b**m

My Sin, Lesbian BDSM by Paul Moore ISBN: 978-1-942331-44-5 Original Copyright © 2006 A Pink Flamingo Ebook Publication Copyright © 2015, All rights reserved With the exception of quotes used in reviews, no part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form, by any means, including mechanical, electronic, photocopying recording or otherwise without prior written permission of the publishers. For information contact: Pink Flamingo Publications www.pinkflamingo.com P.O. Box 632 Richland, MI 49083 USA Email Comments: comments@pinkflamingo.com Author’s note: Readers who are tempted to groan about “Deus ex machina” should be warned that the least credible parts of this story are essentially true. Prologue Two girls playing. A month before her wedding, my Mother was sitting at the kitchen table sewing baby clothes. She was still living in town with her parents at the time, and still virgin, but she knew, as she often knew such things, that she would have a daughter before another year had passed. Through the window, she could see across the back yard and the alley and into the neighbor’s yard where two girls were target practicing with a bow and arrow. She paid them scant attention, except to wonder in passing if I would be as strong and beautiful as they were. When Mother left her chair to get more thread, she heard a loud pop behind her. Startled, she wheeled around just in time to see a stray arrow sailing through the shattered window and between the slats on the back of her chair before skidding to rest on the living room carpet. Fate turns on trifles. I often ponder how the thread of my story might have run out before it began. Part One Autumn Equinox “Lies will flow from my lips, but there may perhaps be some truth mixed up with them: it is for you to seek out this truth and to decide whether any part of it is worth keeping.” Virginia Woolf