E' finita sempre male, sempre con lei che mi augurava le peggio cose e mi prendeva a schiaffi. Anche ieri sera, quando mi ha urlato: "SEI VERAMENTE IN...UTILE! CODARDO! SENZA PALLE! Vuoi veramente stare con me? Bene, DIMOSTRAMI che sei un uomo! Ci vediamo domattina, alla Porta d'Argento!"La Porta d'Argento, un locale notturno gotico, in cui non sono mai stato. Lei lo frequentava spesso, lei e tutti i suoi amici dark che si interessavano di quella roba strana, gotica appunto. Non ci sono mai. .. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. That was me. On the screen. In fullmakeup, wearing a long blonde wig, but still obviously me. I was givinghead to another guy, and was obviously enjoying it. I threw up downmyself, and had no choice but to sit there covered in vomit, tearsstreaming down my face, and try not to hear the slurping sounds comingfrom the TV.It had won. My fight was gone, and this seemed to make my other halfeven stronger. I was lucky if I was myself for an hour a day by now.Every time I. There was so much yet to enjoy, so many challenges that her poor little creature had yet to experience and discover at her hands, she thought to herself as her fingers ran over the teeth and tongue that obstructed true, unprotected access to his mouth. She could feel all that expensive bridgework and artistic capping and wondered what the expert who had engineered that handiwork would think if her could see how she would demolish it all. Surely her victim had been a man in high estate to afford. But whyshould his life be saved, what would he be returning to when the shipfinally made port and he was returned safely to shore? Gary felt itmight be better to drown than to take back the responsibility of life. A pair of gentle lips kissed him softly on his rough stubble cheek. Thesoft smell of perfume and delicate skin together with the aroma ofcoffee penetrated his senses and drew him involuntarily back to thesurface of reality. A loving face with a sad smile greeted him when hiseyes.