Pour another drink, I told myself and head off to bed. The doctor was right lack of sleep and stress at work was causing my mind to play tricks on me.... I took the vodka out the freezer and poured it into the glass. I returned the bottle to the freezer and gasped at what I saw. The glass had a hand print and lip marks on it, they were not mine. My heart thumped loudly, struggling to breathe, and then the warmth over me. I slowed my breathing down; I knew this warmth wasn’t a blast of hot air. I. After we both were done, he asked me to lay down on my pee. I did that.I was covered in his and my pee now. He then brought a candle and lighter. He burned the candle and dropped the wax on my whole body. It felt so sensual. God, I loved it. It was painful too but I love it. He then ordered me to clean the mess. And come crawling naked in the bedroom. I did the same.I took a shower, cleaned the floor, and removed that panty and bra crawled to his room like a bitch. He then taped my mouth. And. This was what they had always described as nuclear winter. I had set sail towards the equator to flee the temperature drop. In the beginning I had experienced stronger winds, but now everything had settled down to a constant 2 or 3 Beaufort. It was enough to sail if you had time, which I had. So I roamed the Atlantic Ocean, roughly following a huge triangle.Right now, I was headed back towards the Azores. Surprisingly, the GPS was still working, so despite seeing no stars I knew pretty much. He had gone to the picture and in those days, long before technology had bought in television or modern gadget, people went to the pictures and this evening the theatre was packed. The lights had gone out when a girl sat beside him. Maybe it was the way she positioned her legs that they rubbed against his or maybe it was her closeness that made him rub her leg. She didn't pull away, just the opposite so it wasn't long before he was holding her hand giving it a squeeze which she returned for.