Chapter 5
It was Sunday now, and Susan was in her own home. She had bathed for more than two hours, taking the time to douche herself repeatedly. In so doing, she had hastened her period, and for that much she was grateful.
As Izzie had predicted, she changed her "hair style" as soon as she got home. She removed the fluffy wig and put it away, almost determined not to wear it any longer. Her own short hair had a stylish bob to it, but as far as she was concerned, it was sinful to walk around looking attractive. See what looking attractive had done to her at the motel!
Somehow, in some way, she would revenge herself on Izzie. She would make him pay for the torment he had put her though. Now that her body was totally sated and she no longer felt the need for any orgasmic pleasure, as far as she was concerned, what Izzie had done to her was sacrilege.
She dressed in one of her plain green dresses with the white collar and cuffs, and after making certain there wasn't a trace of makeup on her face, she put on her eyeglasses, then left the house and walked to church.
She didn't sit in her regular place that day, but rather sat at the back of the church and prayed with tears in her eyes for God to forgive her for allowing herself to feel what she had felt. She knew she had been fed drugs, but she ought to have been strong enough to overcome such feelings. She noticed Izzie didn't bother showing up. He had nailed her. He didn't have to keep up the pretense any longer.