Each and every family member used to be present at our ancestral home my favourite pastime in the village wud be swimming, and the rest of time wud be...quite boring as i had the habit of smoking i used to smoke on the roof of the house ensuring no one wud see me. Once when i was climbing downstairs after a puff of cigarette, i had a look at the most beautiful scene of my life the bathroom was below the staircase and it had no roof(normal in villages), my mausi was having a bath in it i just cud. They had laughed at him today. At Suzie's Whorehouse, out on Route 117. When he was living here, he'd been going there every fucking Wednesday for almost a year before he came home to his cold wife. He'd never been laughed at before. It was humiliating.He couldn't figure it out. For more than a month now he'd been putting the wood to Marcy like John Henry drove railroad spikes. All fucking day long, day after day. He felt like he had been reborn, come into his own, his virility greater than. Finding him kneeling naked on the bed, no words spoken. Upending the bag of "toys" and pulling out a blindfold, a gag, his eyes growing wider as she roughly secured both around his head. The cuffs she buckled too tightly around his wrists before pulling them behind his back and clipping them together. The way she pushed him forward so he fell over the bed with a grunt. The riding crop she used across his back and buttocks until she realised sickly that she'd broken the skin in several places. I couldn't wait. I walked into the store as normal, head down, not making eye contact, went to the change machine and headed to the back. As soon as I stepped in a voice behind me said "You ran away" I started and then saw it was him. "Yeah, I freaked, sorry" I apologized. "Don't do that again" he said "Come on" He led me to the same room we were in before and closed the door. I really wanted to know his name so I lied and said " My name is Mike" without hesitation he said "Mine is Dennis, but.