These “blackmail” photos served as a powerful argument against my objecting to any additional humiliations that my Aunt wished me to undergo. XXX I must obey. When she finally got up, my dress was badly stained. My face turned to even a deeper red. “Oh yes,” said one of the older women, “Come on Bernard, show us all that you’re really a boy!” And then everyone began to laugh out loud. “Alright,” said my aunt, “both of you children strip naked now! When Mary Ann bent over and pulled up her dress on that one afternoon, it was obvious that she had just gone to the toilet and made pooh pooh before coming over, and that she had deliberately not cleaned herself off.




















