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glared back at her, touching his left nipple.
    Now the Amazon pinched Maureen’s nipple.
    â€œGotta make it stand up so we can drive the needle through,” she said.
    Maureen didn’t cry out, though she did gasp. Tom was staring at her chest as though hypnotized. The Amazon brought the piercing instrument close to Maureen’s nipple. Maureen watched, feeling proud of the way the nipple only got harder. The needle entered.
    â€œThis is more than just a piercing,” Maureen found herself saying.
    â€œThis is your first step into the next world,” the Amazon said.
    The metal bit in, there was a push…and then her breasts were sweaty and heaving. She had always been self-conscious about their small size and the enormous aureoles. Now, feeling the needle move through her nipple, she felt a rush of pride. The Amazon gave her an appreciative look—Maureen felt they were swapping secrets.
    Tom stared in rapture at the tip of silver as it appeared again on the other side. It was the way he had stared at the statue of Christ. In a flash she could see that his universe of respectable schools, manicured lawns, and exclusive country clubs had been punctured, too.
    The grungy old walls of the tattoo and piercing parlor were melting, the chains and leather growing and surging. The whole place shone.
    Maureen saw that the Amazon was about to kiss her. She searched for Tom and found him in the shiny white distance making out with the gay couple. They were unzipping Tom’s pants and stroking him in a way that Maureen knew she couldn’t compete with.
    Tom looked so beautiful that she began to cry.
    She opened her mouth to the Amazon. As their tongues met, Maureen felt a spiky pain and tasted something delicious—it was her own blood.
    When they both pulled back from the kiss Maureen saw a long needle retract into the tall woman’s mouth.
    The Amazon raised her hands slowly, lovingly. Out of the end of each finger was a long piercing instrument where nails should be.
    Maureen lay back. She closed her eyes, as she tried to catch her breath. When she opened them, she saw that her body wasn’t clothed, and she was lying on a white bunk bed.
    The Amazon ran her silvery fingers over Maureen’s neck, stomach, thighs, and the tiny sliver of pubic hair. Maureen’s flesh had never felt more alive.
    Then the Amazon swiftly brought her fingers down, with swift exquisite little stabs, again and again, all over Maureen’s body.
    Writhing in ecstatic pain, Maureen turned her head. There was a spaceship’s portal-like window. Through it she could see Earth where the moon should be.
    It was as though she was hovering above her own pain. A woman’s voice screamed. Maureen realized it was her own cries.
    And then she was back in the grungy parlor, Tom by her side, holding her hand.
    She looked at her breasts and saw a silvery flower on her right breast. There was a hook for a chain in the center of it.
    Maureen didn’t remember choosing this piece of jewelry. But she loved her new nipple shield. It was prettier than the one Janet Jackson wore.
    Five minutes later, the Amazon stood behind the cash register, gruff and businesslike again. Maureen tried to make eye contact with her, but the tall woman was only interested in Tom’s credit card.
    â€œYou both handled that very well,” was all she said.
    Back in the car, Maureen and Tom drove to the empty high school parking lot.
    They fucked three times.
    â€œHow am I ever going to get undressed in gym now?” Tom said.
    Maureen laughed as she ran her fingers over his nipple ring. “Guess you’ll have to hide your body from everyone except me.”
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    For the rest of senior year, Maureen and Tom enjoyed playing with their piercings.
    One time, when they were alone at his parents’ place, she brought a couple of tiny chains. They swam in the pool, his ring tied to hers. The tug of the chain and the chilly water