" Then show it, dammit!" That's not fair, Rach!" He stared fixedly at me. "I've been by your side this entire damned weekend glued to the fucking TV, ...hoping for news that she lived."Guilt flooded me. "Sorry," I muttered, then let out a frustrated scream and pounded on the side of the SUV.He kissed my forehead. "I know."Finally the convoy fought through the crowd and we pulled up at the Hotel Murano. I almost tripped and fell on my face in my haste to escape the SUV. I didn't pause to admire the. 'You must go and see Doctor', mother remarked, her ignorance in such matters was as enlightened as her trust in the old man she referred to as Doctor, a man who had an unspoken dalliance for young women, who often stripped them nude to have their internal temperatures taken, both anal and vaginal, and all for a headache.'Puppy Fat', he murmured, as his eyes followed his fingers as he gently touched the swollen tissue, tracing the outline before easing between my moist labia. I drew my knees. A few days went by and I decided to stop trying to swallow because I didn’t really like it and it bought a downer to the experience. But, I simply could not stop wanking. It was my only sexual pleasure at the time. As with most thoughtful people the idea still haunted me and I started to occasionally cum in my hand, lick it up and swallow. Ten, twenty, thirty, forty times and it did become less horrible. I actually quite liked it. I didn’t swallow every time I wanked, it was more like one in. ‘He knows!’ Joseph thought to himself, ‘He knows I’m ready to end the chase. That’s why he’s coming here tonight.’ The footsteps died away and Joseph knew that his pursuer was just on the other side of that door. There was a pregnant silence as Joseph wondered what would happen next, a silence broken only by the sound of the rain on the window. Then the door began to open. At once the dingy room of the boardinghouse was filled with light. It was not the sterile light of the weakly flickering.