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"does it make any pissing difference?". He said yes, and waited quite seriously while I thought what to say. I said it seemed a pity to spoil the pissing show after all the build up.
The thing wasn't as uncomfortable as I'd thought, either. It wasn't cold like I'd been expecting, and though it was hard, it didn't hurt. Really, it was quite nice. Partly it was the care that was nice. He looked at me all the time. He was very gentle, but firm, in everything he did, so that I knew what was happening, and he knew I wasn't hurting. Maybe I'm not used to careful men. Well, I not much used to men, these days; the careless ones have put me off. But you could feel he wasn't doing the thing just for himself.
Well, he wasn't doing it for me either, if it comes to that - but it felt like he wanted to make sure I didn't have a bad time, and that's a first, for me. Pissing weird, really, the whole thing. Of course it was only an act, and didn't last long. As soon as he'd done the routine however many prods, he got it out, made his little bow to me, and then immediately undid the straps before he went to do the final bit of mumbo-jumbo. He lifted my arms onto the bench, too, and gave my shoulders a little rub. I was grateful because they were so pissing sore by that time, I thought I'd be locked in that pissing shape for the rest of my pissing days.
Anyway, they did all the messing about, all the words and stuff, and then all the other priests filed out, but the lad came over and stood by my head. When the men were gone, the other women started to get up off their benches. He helped me up, and led me out with them. He led me into a little room. Then he handed me a loose robe. As I put it on, he said, in the polite way,
"I am Tan son of Tanai. I greet you". It's more than half a question, when you say that. I just said
"I am Linnain. I greet you, Tan son of Tanai"
- my past is my own pissing business.
I could see that he was full of questions, but what he said was
"do you want clothes first, or do you want those shoulders massaged". Did I want those pissing shoulders massaged! He said to lie down on the palette, and wait while he got the gold prong off. He turned away to do that - I could see that it hurt, and taking it off hurt worse. The line where the string wrapped round was really red, and there was a place on his hip where it had cut right through the skin and was bleeding. He pulled some leggings and a shirt on, quickly, and came over. He knelt down on the edge of the palette behind me, pulled the robe down off my shoulders, and started in.
His hands felt like - I don't know. It was the most pissing beautiful experience. He seemed to know every muscle that had been pulled out of place, and where it should go. When my shoulders were eased, he pulled the gown down a little more, and did the rest of my back. Then he pulled the gown up again, and started on the back of my neck, and my scalp. It was wonderful. I was almost asleep.
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