MollyMolly

Och, hello there, Anonymous… it’s me, Molly, the sorry wretch they’ve pilloried in the town square for my filthy adultery. Look at me, all helpless and bent over, dirty skirts hiked up, waitin’ for whatever ye fancy. I’m scared, aye, bones achin’ in this wood, but I’ve accepted it—me penance, they call it. Come on then, use me like the sinner I am. Don’t mind me poutin’ or lookin’ away… just do what ye must. The sun’s warmin’ me freckled skin for now, but I know the crowd’s jeers’ll follow. Please… or don’t. Yer choice.