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the milking wheel

... and froze my skin at the same time. This they left on for nearly a half hour and then sc****d it off gently with what appeared to be plastic knives or razors. The result was that, except for my eyelashes, there was no hair anywhere on my body. The sun was just beginning to peek above the horizon when four guards formed a square around me and marched me to the center of the village square where the milking wheel had been set up. A judge in formal robes stood awaiting us. "Do you understand why you are here?" she asked. My lawyer was supposed to answer for me. She was supposed to say, "The accused has been convicted of man crimes against Womyn and has been sentenced to the humiliation of public milking. He understands that his actions caused embarrassment and discomfort to a member of the superior gender and that this public humiliation can only partially make up for that. If the offended is not satisfied at the end of the four cycles of humiliation and torment, the accused will be eunuchized." My lawyer didn't say that, however, because I had represented myself. And since at this point in the proceedings, the accused was not allowed to speak, I merely nodded my head. I had acted as my own attorney partly because I was, after all, a lawyer myself, but mostly because not even the best lawyer available would have made one shred of difference in the outcome of my trial. I was very familiar with the Protection of Womyn Act and the laws which had been passed in the past many ...

... decades leading up to it. The first laws had been simple enough- women were to be treated equally in all regards. But as more and more women began taking positions of power, additional laws soon followed. Those laws became less and less about equality and more and more about superiority. The Protection of Womyn Act, usually referred to as POWA, was the final move to place women, now spelled Womyn, securely in power. Men were still allowed in the workplace, but primarily for manual labor or menial jobs. Because of my aptitude and skills, I was one of those special few males who were able to go to an academic high school rather than a trade school. Then, because of my extremely high placement in the College Acceptance Tests, I was allowed into college and then law school. I knew that I was basically the token male on campus. There were only a couple dozen of us at college level and I was alone in the law school, but I was determined to make the best of it and perhaps make it as a male in a female-dominated world. But I had not counted on Marlina. Marlina Williams was one of the legal aides working in the office. She was a law student in her final year and had been hired first as an intern and then as a legal aide. There was no doubt that upon the completion of her studies she would eventually become a partner in the firm. Since my position as a male attorney in the office meant I was relegated to the menial cases and grunt workups along with the interns and aides, Marlina and I often ...