Tiffany felt fulfilled. She had achieved her desire both to punish herself in a manner fitting her crimes and to reward the boy in a manner befitting his helpful advice of the night before. She was sure he would come back now for her repeat performance tonight to watch the tit tug-of-war between her teeth and the Devil’s thorns.
Tiffany hoped the boy would enjoy the encore at least as much as he had enjoyed the premiere, for his obvious appreciation of her efforts the night before had been good moral support and had helped her to keep struggling with the stings even when she thought she might never get them out. Besides, for some reason, she felt a profound need for his approval; without it, she could not seem to bring herself to do anything to soothe her complaining nipples.