The Girl in the Mirror (Part 2) (Englisch) - Sexgeschichten

The Girl in the Mirror (Part 2) (Englisch)

... rail where they received communion, tears streaming from her face, praying madly: please Jesus, please forgive me, please this is not really me, I'm not this naked shameless slut, please I'm just a scared innocent nice good girl like the one who received her first communion here in that cute white dress with the shiny white shoes and the little pink rosary and Mommy and Daddy standing in the back proudly . . .

Kept naked for four months, forced to go through cold and rain and ice and snow, spread and stretched and exposed and humiliated in front of professors, friends, enemies, strangers, God, Jesus, her home town, subjected to shame upon shame upon shame, the poor naked teenaged girl could not take it any more.

It was at that point that Tami Smithers finally snapped.

The ushers, having regained their wits, moved forward and grabbed the naked girl, prying her from the rail and carrying her to the back. Father Coubert looked on as the parishioners clustered into the aisle behind the retreating ushers, looking on in disbelief.

It was a moment for the ages. This was not the first naked woman who had walked into a Catholic service. There was Agrippa of Solito in 442. There was Jeanne d'Expury in Caen, France in 1212. There was Maria Alessandrio in Turin, Italy in 1556. And several dozen others, which now included Tami Smithers of the United States in 2000. All of them thrown out immediately, some of them later excommunicated or burned at the stake. And all of them ...

... quite mad.

The naked girl, eyes rolled up into her head, started cursing and hitting the ushers. "Fuck you fuck you, get away from me, fuck this all . . ." The ushers could barely hold the naked teenager in her fury. They made it to the door, not really certain what they would do when they got her outside, but the naked girl solved that problem for them by bolting from their grasp as soon as they had opened the big wooden doors.

The naked girl ran wildly and raggedly down the sidewalk, her bare feet slipping on the ice and snow, cursing under her breath, until one of her legs gave way and she fell solidly and painfully on her hip. Crying, cursing again, she got up, and like a person on fire ran uncontrollably into the plowed, deserted street.

In the police patrol car, idling at the nearby intersection, the two officers, complacent and convivial in their warm car with doughnuts and coffee, looked up openmouthed as the naked figure ran toward them and then past them. Jolted into action, they ran from the car and tried to apprehend her, only to be cursed at and smacked in the face with the upkick of a bare foot. There was only one thing to do. As the people crowding out from the front of the church watched, the two officers wrestled the naked girl to the snowy ground, handcuffed her from behind, pulled her up to reveal snow matted to her pubic hair and breasts and her stiff, cold, hard nipples poking out, and tossed her into the back seat of the patrol car. They headed for ...