(The first person through this system gets the number 0. The next gets 1. Etc...) Their key hangs from their left ear (attached by piercing) and a tag...with their number on it hangs from their right ear (also attached by piercing.)They're put in the next room over, which is pretty much the same as the first. They're forbidden from using their name. If they do, they're reminded not to. In subsequent rooms, this gets harsher. They're told sternly not to use their name if it's used, then they. .. er whats it? ... Oh yes the Sex Offenders Register?” Another nod. “Kiddy stuff wasn’t it... ?” quick repetitive nods, down in Fin’s chest this time. “Oh well, never been into that myself ... I like...” Cyril shouldn’t have said that and hoped he’d done too much quizzing Fin to distract him.“Funny thing was I think Moni could have been into it too oddly, there were hints and stuff ... oh never mind it’s old now, she’s gone and best forgotten. So tell me Cyril old boy, what do you like?” asked. I've spent a lot of time crying alone the last few years, especially here at the cabin. I just can't seem to let her go." You had that rare perfect love," she said."Yes, it was perfect in many ways."Pam asked, "I wonder what she meant about never leaving you. Maybe she knew that her spirit would always be a part of yours in some way."I replied, "Maybe so. But if anyone deserved to be in heaven, she did. I hope her spirit is there and not hanging out with mine." We both smiled."Pam, I don't know. I’m surprised by it. You usually like me face down, but this time you grab my hand, and force your large fingers to lace through my small. It thrills me this way. When I look up, I can see your face, the way it’s red with heat instead of cold, and the dark, glazed look in your eyes when you fuck me. I love it all. When you lean in, the hard peaks of my nipples brush your chest and I whimper. “Remember who’s in charge here,” you mutter on my neck and my pussy clenches you in reflex. It sends.