Shannon Pearcy is a strong, albeit ugly, woman. She works at a non-profit teaching the homeless fiscal responsibility and opportunity. Despite her chemically mutilated face, she is objectified infrequently by the derelict clients, mostly out of hate. Often times her would be suitors have mucus dried to their face somewhere and something other than food stuck in their teeth.
She professionally turns down the offers with some lack-luster, by the books response only to go home each night and relive the moment differently. She lives in a community of manufactured homes in the middle of an indistinct suburb. She sits in the dimly lit home and masturbates violently through her jeans. She finds the crease, where the denim overlaps, giving as much separation between her hand and her vagina as possible. Then, she grinds into her clit through the heel of her palm. She mixes pain with pleasure until she climaxes? She really isn’t sure if she does, but tends to stop when she bleeds.
She’s a screamer, but the neighbors can’t hear her, as there are none around to interact with or move the story along. The audience is able to join Shannon on her journey to sexual liberation thanks to the crippling insecurity of her dimpled body never taking her out of her clothes.
Often times Shannon will have vivid flash backs to being molested by both her parents in what can only be described as “unbearable”. Join Shannon as she barely exists the only way she knows how- in an uneventful spiral through the depths of an unrealized depression!
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