Ednesday, April 6, 2005I was outside my sisters' bedroom door at 6am, when a bleary-eyed Donna came out. She'd be firing on all cylinders in a few mor... seconds. We headed outside.Once we were on the sidewalk, I said, "First point of business. No pretty girls have hugged me today, and I need one to before I can run properly." And I gave her a quick hug. I could see she really wasn't in the mood, but that was okay, they're there for when she is.She said, "You're just trying to make me go easy on. If it is a dream, I hope it is one I will not prematurely wake from — not just yet, that is.If anything, I fall deeper into this incomprehensible improbability of a fantasy made flesh. Sometimes long-indulged sexual reveries do not scrub up in reality. But this moment is beyond anything years of imagining Sasha in my arms has ever promised. She is talking, talking, talking, spilling her bile. What twists of logic it takes to rationalise inflicting nemesis on your own mother. Meaning finds no. Pulling up 25 yards from the men I sat thinking for a few moments before sighing and picking up the rifle from where it had been sitting on the bench next to me.“What do you want?” I yelled at the four.With a harsh laugh, the rider on the far left said, “We want what’s in your wagon. The boss is going to be right pleased. Now drive that rig right over here and we might let you live to walk away. If you make us come get you, I guarantee you’ll be dead when we leave.”The anger I’d been holding in. You roll it down and then slowly pull the plug out of my ass and it leaves my ass slightly open when it comes free. You stop to put some lube on your hand and you start fingering me until four finger are stretching my hole open then you put some on yourselfYou rub the end up and down my crack, like you were having trouble finding my opening. Each time it goes over, you press it in a bit more firmly until it just pops inside me. You place both hands on my waist to keep me still while you slowly.