Close your legs, whispered her mother..
Smile demurely and act feminine, dictated the society
Bitch , how many times ? How many times would I have to put it into your thick skull that you are not to smile at the bastards in your class, her beau hollered as his fist rained blows on her pretty face
Quit your job, I earn enough for us both, her husband said
Autonomy eh? Yeah we are autonomous, I absolutely agree with you.
Autonomy – prompt