1. The day my stepdad destroyed my beautiful pussy


    Date: 10/22/2014, Categories: Love Stories, Author: Alexandra_A, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories

    Pit. Pat. More tears fell, splashed against the cardboard between my feet like dirt onto a coffin. In many ways, it was a coffin. As I reached down to open it, Ian grabbed my hand, his pretty face ashen, his wide blue eyes glistening with tears. 'No, don't...' I shook my head and tried to pull my hand away, but his grip was insistent. 'If you don't look then it might still...' I shook my head in exasperation. 'Jesus Christ, not fucking Schrödinger's cat again! What a fucking heartless time to bring that up!' Though my voice was hushed, the expletives were somehow amplified and rang around the hard-walled waiting area. As one creature, the room shuffled its feet, shifted in chairs, averted its eyes. Ian was instantly apologetic. 'Sorry, Alex. I didn't mean...' I ignored him, hissed a cutting repost. 'So if I'd never asked if you were gay, you still might not be?' Ian, along with the rest of the room, cringed at that, but unlike the rest of the room, he instantly forgave me, spoke quietly yet clearly, as though we were the only ones present. 'No, I'd still be gay. That will never change,' he smiled, 'much like Schrödinger's cat will always be a cat.' The silence was punctuated by a fluttering of feathers from the covered cage that sat in the chair to my right. 'Why will it?' My beautiful young friend clasped his long fingers about his knees, and turned his searching face towards me. 'Because that's not the thing in question. Listen: in his thought experiment, Schrödinger had a ...
    cat in a box. That's the one thing he was sure of. The uncertainty lay in whether the cat were alive...' After glancing around and seeing that all eyes were on him, he coloured slightly, leaned closer and lowered his voice, 'whether the cat were alive or dead. Till he opened the box he couldn't be sure, so the cat was effectively in both states simultaneously. Alex, I've explained all this before...' Again I was dismissive. 'Yeah, I know. Too many fucking times.' He again looked hurt, but what did he expect? I was upset, about to be distraught, and his unfortunate scientific metaphor was too close to the bone. 'But what's the relevance of the fucking cat?' He breathed deeply, clearly losing patience with my inappropriately colourful vocabulary. 'The relevance, my darling Alex, is that in the quantum world, in the province of the unimaginably small, a particle's properties - it's spin, say, or its position - can be many different values at once. It's only when a measurement is taken that we get a single reading. It's like...' he stared so intently into the distance that, for a moment, I followed his gaze, 'like our eyes are closed and the universe only makes up its mind how things will be at the moment we open them.' I pretended to be unimpressed with this most remarkable simile. 'So?' 'So the cat in Schrödinger's box is both dead and alive until someone opens it to check.' From the ether, I somehow spontaneously formulated a bawdy scientific joke. 'Well then, I'm Schödinger's ...
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