I inserted it firmly and steadily until your hole swallowed its icy guest the same way the tape was swallowing your moans. The burn didn't stop now; i...t carried on and on and on as the cold penetrated your anal muscles: burning, clenching, radiating bliss. I saw the pleasure-pain and how you embraced it in your eyes. And still it burned: on and on and on. Sitting down between your legs I began aimlessly rifling through my little box of tricks, my woman’s secrets. Aahh that looked interesting: a. "You outrageous girl" he moaned, "Oh you dirty little girl, what would your grandfather say, my goodness." He stood above her next to the bed, one knee behind Emma's head, and she pleasured him slowly, circling with her tongue and wrapping her moist lips around him like it was the most natural thing in her existence. As the kettle began to boil Stanley suddenly began to breath sharply and deeply.He withdrew from her eager mouth and took hold of himself at the base and Emma watched his dark red. It had been a place she would have wanted to live and love and grow old in, but no more. She couldn’t exactly remember what it looked like, since the destruction had occurred when she was little older than four years of age. More details seemed to be forgotten with each passing year, finding it harder to even remember back to a time when humans could still walk above ground. Back before they weren’t crouched and hiding like rats in the underground tunnel systems. It was only a matter of time. 17Dear L. My knee hurts and you are to blame. Or rather that damn photo you took, the one that I can’t get out of my head. Even now, I am thinking of it, wondering if I should put it up on my screen as I write or just go ahead and print it out and tack it to my wall so I can stare at it. The thing is, if I did that, I’d never get anything done. Even thinking about you is distracting. It’s taking forever to type this up, the periods at the end of each sentence marking a moment when I can tease.