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Chapter "If you have any problems, Tom, you know how to get hold of me," my wife said as she kissed me good-bye in the airport departure lounge. It was Saturday, and she was off to help her sister, Pat, with her newborn, and would be gone for up to two weeks. There were three good things about her departure. First, I planned to lock myself up in my den and work on that program I wanted to get done. Second, the painter we contracted, the husband of my wife's best friend at work, would paint the rest of the house while both of us were out of the way.

And in a sense it was. The shadow was no inanimate puppet or flickering light show but outlined what had been an innocent and beautiful young woman. Now still, the latex clad object dangling limply from the rafters looked no more human than its shadow, a grotesque husk of what she had been. A blessing perhaps for in a pitch black world, she could not see what had been done to her body. Battered, bruised and swollen, her pale luscious mounds were now bulbous globes of pain, the soft white flesh now scarlet as the ropes below each tit bit hard into a flesh overlain by a patchwork of variegated bruises whose colours and shapes resembled countries in a nightmarish red atlas. Most striking were her swollen pierced nipples which leaked a white fluid like marbled fat in meat, running zig-zag down her boobs to saturate the rope wrapped around her chest and dribble further down her gleaming jet black body.

Jeff catches a glimpse of a young girl's knickers on the train ride home. February12 I don't know how long I'd been looking at her—ten seconds, thirty seconds, a minute—I'd lost track of time. I was mesmerized by the sight of the small vee of lime-green in the tunnel formed by her dress and her slim thighs. She was seated opposite me on the train, reading a book.

He grabbed a fistful of my short brown hair and then passed his half-full beer into my hand. I took it and pressed the cold bottle against a nipple as Thorton ran a hand down my sweaty chest, letting out a grunt. I wiggled back and forth, suspended on his dick a few inches above the bus seat, and reached down to run my fingers across my swollen pussy.