I touched his hand, and brushing away unexpected tears, I tucked into his coffin a letter I had written him years before, just before I ran away from ...home. Around it I had wrapped another letter written only the night before, my letter of letting go. ‘I’m forgiving you, Dad. I have to go on with my life now.’ There was nothing else to say. It was harder than I had ever imagined it would be to let go of that letter, to face the fear that without anger to hold me together, I wouldn’t know how to. My field of vision sparkles as my overloaded brain tries to make sense of the sensory input. But I feel euphoric as endorphins start to kick in. ‘Two!’ I declare, more confidently. The pain from the weights has a different character now. I don’t say anything, but you walk to me, and slowly release each clamp. My nipples flood, and I gasp. You unscrew a small jar of cream, and you tenderly apply it to each nipple and its areola. An exotic, spicy, slightly medicinal smell fills my nostrils.. "Hey guys!" said the girls as they stepped up to the table. "Great game! Congratulations!" Thanks!" said Bill. "Care to join us?" There's no place for us to sit," one of them said with a pout."We got laps," said Joe as he leaned back."Okay," said one of the girls and sat in Joe's lap.A moment later they had all sat. Bill had a busty redhead in his lap."I'm Amanda," said the redhead on Bill's lap. "How long you guys in town?" We're going back tomorrow," said Joe."That's good," said one of the. I used to worry about losing my hands when I worked during the nights. Now, the raw numbness is only a minor inconvenience. As I settle into my cot, I hear the snores of my bunkmate above me. Anoush is graying with age. He has been on this ship even longer than Captain Matin. Some of the crew even say that Anoush was the original captain. I try to ignore those rumors. It’s not a thought I particularly want flickering around in my head, because it always leads to thoughts of what me sharing a.