No Matter What You May Be Thinking
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ffluvia on his desk - robes of office
- dark bulk
- “Mom! Mom!” he cried
- everyone is offering him money
- a story about prostitution
- a late snack
- waverings and backslidings
No matter what you may be thinking, this is not a story about prostitution, full of waverings and backslidings of the moral variety, but ultimately ending with redemption for the hooker with the heart of gold. This is a different sort of story altogether – although it is about prostitution. It is less like a smorgasbord of character development, deep, timeless themes, and witty prose, and more like a late snack of pure porn.
The judge stands in the shadowy corner of his chambers, his robes of office rendering him a mere dark bulk to Effluvia’s eyes. She knows everyone is offering him money to rule in their favor, but Effluvia doesn’t have much money. So she is offering him her body.
He stands in the corner, staring at the reclining Effluvia on his desk, nude and legs akimbo.
“Mom! Mom!” he cried, suddenly recognizing her.
Gaaaa!!!!
Also, poor Effluvia.
I feel worse for the judge.