The list of songs, they were all so very… Mary, a strange but perfect mix. It’s a sin, Lovefool, Only the lonely, Valentine’s day, Everybody hur...s and Universal child. They were all sad, with deep meaning if you listened long and well enough. Some of them had a whispered sort of hope in them, but… there was no hope for me. The songs spelled it out – I-LOVE-U – and… she loved him. I spent a second wondering why she hadn’t spelled out YOU, when LOVE was spelled out in full, it didn’t seem like. The man absently pets her hair. The look on the woman’s face is rapturous. I saved it and started to feel the sharp pangs of longing for my Master. I grasped my right tit savagely through my blouse. I pulled on the nipple and felt echo of the pain from this morning when I had worn the clamps. I superimposed Master’s face on the face of the man and my face on the face of the woman. I imagined feeling slightly cold and slightly cramped as I knelt at his feet. I imagined laying my head against. The black and white clarity of the picture captured every crack and stain on the pale cement as well as the words written across it in a demented scrawl. The lettering was black, but Lori knew as everyone else did that in the world of color it had been a crimson red. ‘Oh Jesus,’ Lori gripped the arms of her chair, ‘Oh Jesus.’ Four names had been spelled out across the wall in thick blood. Some of the letters had dribbled and ran before they dried, but the language was clear and concise despite. Suddenly, Allan seemed to ignore the conversation at his table and watched his mother across the room. She was focusing all her attention on the man, flipping her hair and touching his chest as she laughed at his jokes. After a few minutes the man reached towards her hand and led her onto the dance floor. Allan's eyes narrowed and he glared at his mother as she and the man danced. Her arms were around the man's neck and she stared into his eyes. When the song was over she whispered into the his.