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Ravan sent the needle through Pamela's sex lip and drew the heavy thread through, before cross- ing it with an opposite stitch. Pamela's fists clenched, and her wrists tugged at her bonds, but she did not make a sound. She would not make a baby of herself in front of all the girls. The second criss-cross stitch had now sealed the lower inch of

Pamela's vagina.

"Stop!" shrieked Donna. "Ravan, I did it!"

Tears poured from her eyes.

There was a stunned silence in the room.

No one spoke, but all felt, their hearts beating faster. What had just been witnessed in this room was a love story far beyond the writings of Shake- speare, Keats and Shelley. It was a love story of immeasurable beauty.

Such love stories between females were not rare down through the centuries. But they did exceed any love story between a man and a woman. The intensity and the dedication between females was an unsolved mystery. Many had died for another woman. Many, like Pamela, had made sacrifices of

agony and pain for the love of u girl. Ruth, the..

Christian martyr, had saved a girl from Roman rape by confessing, falsely, to an incident and sub- mitting to ravishment for two days and two nights in public. Therina, an Arabian princess who had fallen in love with one of her little slave girls, took the blame for the girl's wounding of a visiting digni tary by concealing the bloody knife in her own room, and was given three hundred lashes in pub- lic. The stories went on and on, yet none was any greater than what had just happened in the library at Avondale.

Ravan herself was stunned. She had witnessed this very thing many times before, and it came as no utter surprise. Yet, each time she was stunned anew by the ultimate sacrifice one girl would make for another. It left her breathless.

She carefully removed the thread from Pamela and asked Donna to replace her on the table.

Pamela was crying now, too, for in turn, she realized the extent of Donna's love for her, just as

Donna had felt it. If Donna had stood mute their love might never be the same. But now, their love would last forever!

"Please, Ravan," she wept, "may I be excused from watching?"

Ravan knew the extent of the emotions being portrayed in this scene of love. To have insisted that Pamela watch now, would be utterly cruel and heartless.

".Of course, dear… and we all admire you very much." The other girls, and even Jan, licked and kissed her sniffling face, and hugged her before she left.

Donna, about to be sewn, presented a face of tranquility and beauty. The pain would not matter for, like an ancient Christian girl, her love and her confession had made her commitment desirable.

Her love of Pamela and the magnificent feeling of pride in herself for confessing had brought her to soaring heights of peace and soul-cleansing. She felt alive!

"Do not tie me, Ravan. For allowing my loved one to suffer for my lack of courage, I would like to accept it unbound. I will not interfere or move. In fact, I will watch you do it."

Ravan smiled and shook her head. Would t,he wonders of girls never cease!

"I believe also that you should ask for it,

Donna," said Ravan.

"Sew my pussy together, Ravan," said Donna in a clear and strong voice.."Use as many threads as you like."

It took only ten cross-stitches to close Donna's pussy, and the girl had been true to her word. She sat up on the table as Ravan sewed her and watched every stitch go in.'She had uttered no sound of any kind"but several times she had closed her eyes briefly to cover the tears that were about to fall.

The other girls were silent in complete awe and admiration.

When Ravan had finished, Donna swung from t,he table without looking again at her ravaged sex lips, and pulled on her panties. She did not walk to her room. She ran, to be with her darling Pamela.

There the two girls held each other close for hours. No words were spoken, for none needed to be. No thought was given to lovemaking or kiss- ing, for what had transpired between them was beyond physical ministrations. It was enough just to hold each other and feel each other's love flowing between them.

Finally, Pamela kissed Donna softly.

"May I see your pussy, darling?"

"I'd prefer that you didn't, my beautiful wife- girl. It's… not pr that way. Tomorrow it shall be pretty again for you."

"I understand, sweetheart. Sleep with your pants on tonight."

"Thank you, Pam."

"Thank you, Donna."

"For what?"

"For just being you."

It, was in September that Pamela and Donna were first scheduled to be taken to the boys at

Dunden College. It came as no surprise to either of them, for they had been assured of such thing by

Ravan on the day they had arrived at Avondale,

Besides, since they were the newest, inmates, the other girls had told them all about, it.

In the training of a young lady, many facets are utilized for her total rounding out. These experi- ences had not diminished or lessened since the first