.. I stroked her hair with my spare hand, and when I was sure her breast was mine to do with as I please, I dragged a hand across her chest to find th...e other. Equally aroused. I gently pinched her nipple, and was rewarded with a gentle sigh and a subtle writhing within my form. There was clearly no going back. It was now a question of how much she wanted - how much she needed - from me. I would give.There's something special about the first touch of forbidden skin. It's always hotter, always. This caused almost unbearable pain in her feet, legs and belly as the nails ground against the plantar nerves. As a result, each breath was agonizing and tiring and would lead eventually to asphyxia.As she slid up and down against the rough wood, the lacerations on her back snagged and ripped open again and again. In addition, her squirming on the cross caused copious amounts of blood to pump from her foot wounds as the holes in the bottoms of her dirty bare feet stretched and changed shape. John, the wood carver, asked me to give him some pictures of the three of us. He had seen us in the flesh as well. He then did some sketches of possible carvings, I wanted the theme of potatoes worked in somewhere.I chose a sketch showing me and Kelly standing arm in arm with Kirsty sitting against a sack of potatoes at our feet. I chose a piece of apple wood for the carving, which would stand around fifteen inches high when completed.I agreed to supply fifty tins of baked beans, a box of tea. She was buried — with my Marshall hat — a few days later. I sat beside Katya at the funeral and stood behind her at the grave site. It was the sunniest day of the winter.I spoke to Katya almost every day after classes started. A few months later she began going to a support group where she met a nice man. They married two Junes later and I learned last Christmas she was expecting another baby. If it is a boy, they plan to name him Robert James.At her wedding, she thanked me for helping her get.