I looked in the mirror at myself. The darker, pulm-like skin above my nipple mocked me. It laughed in my face of my "cleansing ritual". Here was proof I was a low down dirty hoe, the bastard had marked me. The proof would be there for at least a week. My eyes watered at the shame of everything, the flirt, the public acts, the hot dirty adulteress sex. The best sex of my life, the shame I didn't let myself cry for.
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