Her lips curled in a smile with no joy in them. She did a lot of cleaning for a butch. But Marissa had never done much of it at all."Goddamn princess,... Vic muttered as she dumped the broken glass and frame in the garbage. She hesitated, and then defiantly dropped the picture in after it. She took two steps, then turned and reached in the trash can after the picture. A sliver of glass pierced her finger and she swore loudly.She rummaged through the medicine cabinet, finally getting out a. Inches away from the button, my hand hovered for a moment as something by Fleetwood Mac flowed from the small cheap speaker. It ended soon enough to be followed by something perky by the Byrds. I swatted the clock bringing silence to the room. I gave Charlie the needed strokes to start his internal engine going. Glad for the late snap of unseasonable cold that kept him more interested in warmth than food, I listened to him purr.As always, I failed to snooze through the snooze cycle and did. His breath, hers to take and give. It was not enough that he had given up desire and replaced it with a masochism so deep that he begged her to punish him so that she could orgasm again.All of that was not enough for her.Now he had a final declaration to make, way beyond love and passion. way beyond the bounds of servitude, into the searing territory of abject slavery.He had to give up everything for her, be hers forever to dive ever deeper into pain for her all-consuming gratification.Her hand. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone, starting the recording app and figuring that our interrogation started now.“Do we pretend we don’t see him or go over and say hello?” I asked comfortingly.“Too late,” she said with a sigh. “He’s on his way over here.”I looked up and he was approaching, looking less and less enthused.“Hi, Dad,” Mel said with less enthusiasm than she’d greeted Stan with the last night we saw him. “I’m surprised to see you here. Are you meeting a business.