I had worked at Miss Fletcher’s boarding house for over a year. Mother had died when I was young. Father had never gotten over it. Her illness was quick and cruel. He found solace only in the bottle, and had been increasingly violent. When I was sixteen, he arrived home in a drunken stupor. I tried to get him into his bed, and he… he wanted me to join him. Called me my Mother’s name. I tried to bring him to his senses, bu...

Professor Warrick and his family stayed in the boarding house through their summer holiday. Miss Fletcher didn’t understand at first. She thought me downright greedy when I returned to offer my Turnaround Service on the occasions when he was alone in the room. But as always, she allowed me to make my own choices. “Is it worth it to be so degraded and used?” she asked me. I had been walking with tender caution since I had...

I worked for Miss Fletcher till the New Year. I had earnestly tried to convince myself that I was content with working as her maid. I was making good money, and I wasn’t even spending it. Simply put, there was no reason to take another job. But at night, I would look at the stuffed rabbit the Warricks had left behind. As I stared into Finn’s button eyes and roughly sodomized myself with the bedpost, I knew I couldn’t shak...