Leave

You've made your choice, this was not the will of the Lord and showing these men anything more is immoral. Head high and shoulders back you march forward past the bearded man, past the black man who buggered you, into the throng of men. Your arms swing and you storm forth with purpose, your gaze set forward with a steely resolution.

The men stand back, letting you pass. You walk into the shop and down the corridors. Your eyes catching the covers of films with scarcely clad women, brightly coloured fake penises and then something that slows your stride and pulls your head round. Wrapped in plastic but the image on the front is clear as are the words. 'Naughty Nun'.

The picture on the front is of a woman in a costume, a faux wimple and tight black dress scarcely covering her dignity, some translucent black material running down the front revealing the sides of her chest and black stockings to just above the knee. The face of the woman though is shocking. It's like looking in a mirror, she is covered in the make up of a whore but the features, the eyes, the hair.

Noting the men creeping back into the store, watching you, you turn and make a beeline for the door. Just as you push it open you hear the bearded mans voice, your eyes flicking round. Him standing where you were moments ago.

"I knew I'd seen her somewhere before!"

You leave and start walking through the shady neighbourhood you've found yourself in. Not sure whether to be pleased that they men think you are someone else or to be insulted that they think you are some sort of adult model. The likeness was uncanny though and your struggle to forget about it.