. No - not a sister - a lover - a wife! A part of me will be left behind when I go." Remember Martha! Remember the girl I killed to save my own worthl...ss hide, Angelina! Remember that I killed her! I belong here paying my debt. And you belong in the free world. All I ask is that you do not forget me. As long as I know there is even a tiny corner of your mind where my memory lingers, I shall be content." You can rest assured about that last point, darling."Then they were taken to the latest dig.. One night at the beginning of my shift I was approached by this guy. He claimed to be trying out for rugby and as initiation he needed to be paddled bare ass with a paddle. He told me he had the paddle in his car and needed to be paddled by a certain number of people. I told him I would love to help but there was too many people around and I had a lot of work to do.After a few hours he drove by and stopped me and asked if I would still help him out, since all the lots were empty and my work was. We weren't much for drinking but on the first and on the last day of us coming up there we would have a couple of drinks to make us comfortable in the cabins again. The last days celebration wasn't really any celebration, it was more a wake, preparing us for the new period of work and everyday life.It was the first day of our second summer-vacation as married couples. It was warm, almost hot and humid even though it was late evening. We men were clothed in t-shirts and shorts, the women in tops. Actually talking about sex topics excited her – it didn’t used to be okay – and using “dirty words” always seemed to make her moist “down there”. She wiped her fingers on her napkin, rubbed them over her nipples to make them stand up. John watched her. “You are such a whore,” he said. “Thank you, darling. And you are such an exciting cocksucker, I really hope I can watch you do that again to my Toy. I know you didn’t really want to do that, only because I wanted you to so bad…but god, I.