It was a peculiar sequence of dreamscape that led to this exhilarating finale, so I’ll start at the beginning and recount as much as I can remember.... The setting was a winding, metal staircase in the middle of an empty, industrial building. There was no floor and no ceiling, the stairway spiraled into a vanishing point in both directions. I can’t exactly remember, but I think the walls might have been decorated or adorned. For some reason I recall a lamp and I remember it being in nice contrast. "We'll start putting the boxes in the truck, while you take your system apart," said Sally."Fine. It breaks down pretty quickly. Leave a place for the desk and chair."Once they had all of Rusty's things on the truck, Rusty took one more look through the apartment to make sure they hadn't missed anything. "Looks like we've got everything." Turning to Fred and Shirley he said, "I don't think I mentioned this earlier but this apartment has an intrusion alarm. It does not belong to the complex. I. I also remind him that after that Fucking I will not be able to walk normal for a Weak. So he does not have to worry about me trying to escape. On the contrary I am planning to make this a Regular thing. Telling him he is the Best Lover I could ASK FOR. As I am being untied with his Dick Still Hard and IN my A**. He is Fu***** me Again. This time it is much more gentle with more of a grinding motion. I am pretty stiff and need to Pee again. Asking if we can move to the Bed after I PEE. We. He'd always been a nut about fires. All his life they'd fascinated him, and on picnics or at the beach he could always get one going quicker and better than anyone else."You said you had a problem." I fixed my usual rum and coke, watched his hands shake as he poured a double shot of bourbon over the ice in his glass. "Now that I've had a look at you I can believe it. You look like you've been roasted over a slow fire." Don't say that!" He twitched all over and poured his drink down in one gulp..