What on earth would keep him from grabbing the bag and taking what was his? That was when she snapped the picture and shared it with her friend, giggl...ing her head off. The humiliation devastated him. As usual it shut his mind down, pushing out whatever thought he might be having. It shrunk his world into a tiny, constricted place. He wondered who might be on the other side of the conversation ­– Tasha? – or more likely a total stranger, seeing him in his hairy nakedness sporting the ridiculous. How’s your foot?’ ‘Feels fine.’ ‘Step on your other foot with it.’ ‘Still feels fine.’ ‘Now step on it with your other foot.’ I do it, but I say, ‘Dammit, it’s fine.’ We’re up so high that we have a long, long ride and it feels good to just keep flying side-by-side and chatting. ‘You going to jump again today, Chess Nut?’ ‘I thought I was only going to do three today?’ ‘We still have plenty of time. You know what they say about when a horse throws you.’ ‘Yeah. Hit him between the ears with a. We’ll go with our usual pizza place. Any change to the order we usually get?”“Nah, that’s fine with me,” Mason said. “We should probably get our drinks in cans or small bottles instead of two liter bottles, though. We don’t have any cups.”Everyone was fine with pizza, so Ben took out his phone and began ordering online. “19:00 pickup time should be fine, right? That’ll give us almost an hour to finish off this level before we take the waygate back to the surface.”“How about making it 18:45,” I. I had left the wardrobe door open, and inside was a full-length mirror. I wanted her to see herself being fucked up the arse by myself.“What do you see?” I asked. She replied with wordless, ecstatic burbling. I yanked her head even more, so I could once more talk in her ear. “Look in the mirror and tell me what you see.”“I see me,” she said, expelling the words with all the force she could muster. “I see you. I see you fucking me in the arse. I see that I’m your filthy little cum whore.”“Do you.