***In the end it didn't matter. The next Valentine's Day was Jim's funeral. One night, in his sleep, his heart just turned off. The doctors said it wa... probably caused by an arrhythmia, something that could have gone on for years without him noticing it. Jim never got any check-ups. Doctors cost too much.The funeral was a rainy day, full of black umbrellas. All of Jim's friends came, and Amina could barely remember any of their names. They all went to Jim’s parents' house later. They called it. 'Was that your boyfriend'?'Ex, fucking boyfriend', I replied, my old fighting spirit rising to the fore, and he laughed, 'I can see his juices are running down your leg, perhaps use my hanky to wipe him off'.That comment brought me back to earth with a bump, as I looked down at my exposed leg, the street lamp reflecting off the semen trail from my warm cunt to inside my long boot.I could feel my face redden, but his sexual comment on something so intimate reminded me of what I was willingly. I cannot bear to see it. I will die ifthis continues, I cannot bear pain like this again. But it is almost certainI will, as I can see one of the vainer ladies, the Countess's rival, speakingto my husband. She will, no doubt, ask him for a pair similar to the Countess's,and he, being the gentleman he is, will oblige. And I will have to have myarms pulled out of their sockets again by the horrible rack. No! It cannot happen, it cannot, he cannot be socruel! The 12 th day of the Seventh Month . He was hung. What would that feel like... ?Barking, he rolled onto his hands and feet, crawling on the grass towards me, wagging his muscular ass like he had a tail. I’d have to buy him a tail. A nice butt plug. They made ones with dog tails. And some floppy doggy ears. Along with his collar.“Now you just stay there and be a good boy,” I told him, petting his thick, blond hair. “I’ll deal with you later.”He barked in answer.“Jesus, Mom,” Ryan said, something in his voice sounded strained,.