I certainly felt like only a small part of me was left. I made an effort, I truly did, for the kid’s sake, for our families, especially her parents,...who seemed to age 10 years over night. I worked harder than ever, spent more time with the kids than ever and virtually never slept at all. But I was two parents in one now. I needed to be multi talented, able to juggle life, business and responsibility, after all I could cope, it was my duty. Anyway, here I was alone, missing my lover, my friend,. It was a different world back then. I’ll give you an example, Because there were very few black people in Hull at the time, my parents were known locally as the nignogs at number seventeen. Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t racist ­ Well I suppose it was ­ But there was no hatred, no rancour. It was just descriptive, like ‘the fat bastard who ran the chip shop’ or ‘the gaylord with the antique shop’. I know it wouldn’t happen now, that innocent, casual bigotry… Like I said, it was a different. ..it was him. He grabbed my waste and pulled me back. I felt this body against mine...it felt like we were one.I felt something hard poking underneath my scrotum (nut sack for the uneducated.) Low and behold it was my best friend...I never bottomed before....ever. I don't even think I did in our cyber sex sessions....Wolf grabbed me and bent me over into the front seat, and then I didn't know what to expect...pain...pleasure...death? 0_o I just closed my eyes, then I opened them completely. She wore a tight red tank top and black skinny jeans with black boots, her long black hair left loose down her back. She smelled of roses, just like the funeral home… I grabbed her as she was unlocking her front door, and pushed her inside. I normally would have taken her with me, but convient for me, she lived even more isolated than me…no one would hear her pathetic screams. She tried to scream, and as a reflex tried to kick me from behind, but I was having none of that tonight. I shoved her.