‎‎”Actually yes,” I said. “Just being willing to go out on search and destroy missions takes balls.”‎‎”Stupidity is more like it,”...she said. “But thanks Anyway.”‎‎”So are you bored sitting at home?” I asked.‎‎”Are you?” she asked showing some attitude.‎‎”I’m so bored, I’m almost clinically depressed,” I admitted.‎‎”Yeah, I get that,” she said. “So how does this gig work?”‎‎”Well a couple of days a week, you will need to go hang around a day care for kids from single parent homes. It isn’t a day. But god what a life we lived together.I disliked looking back at some of the distinct forks in the road I took. Walking from Jenny was one, running from my meeting with Suzie was another, running from Rachel that last time was the worst, and the very decision to run away from home, of course. Each of those was a binary decision that permanently and drastically changed the course my life was taking.Here I was, standing outside the door of the biggest fork of them all. We had a life planned for. She began to spin slowly as we were pulling hard on the rope to lift her higher. Her face contorted in a grimace of pain. The bending of her back was obviously causing her incredible agony. Her mouth was gaping wide as she was trying to breathe, something that seemed to be difficult, with her diaphragm pulled so taut. Once she was hanging about one metre above the floor, Hugo came back with a huge meat hook. I was thinking he was just going to hang her like raw meat at the abattoir, but this. She groans, once I begin my journey up her shin. I kiss my way towards her knee, all while knowing that once their she would moan again.The excitement of having her under my lips again makes me draw in a deep steadying breathe and send my hand backwards so I can stroke myself.I peck the skin of her knee and I feel her toes curl against my leg. I protrude my tongue and press it against her kneecap, forcing that moan I do so enjoy to crawl out from behind her lips.A feeling of satisfaction washes.