I would find the meaning to my own in his bed, amidst hours that would prove bitter in daylight. Still, their memory would stay with me, no wound can ...orget the knife that carved it, no welt the whip that left it on the skin, no wrist the cuff...For a brief moment, I came to love that stranger who asked for nothing and yet took everything. He became no one and everyone, I`d met him in a crowd and would lose him in a flat with flaking paint on its old walls. What is gained in public should be. I would have called itmaking love but it seemed more like rape. And I was the woman beingraped, dick or no dick. Later, when she went into an exhausted slumber,I sobbed myself to sleep.Next morning, I woke up before her. My head was on her chest, embracingone massive breast. While she was completely nude, I was still in thatsexy maid's frock, my feet in heels and ankles wearing steel manacles.Never had I felt more helpless.Mistress Victoria stirred awake, probably disturbed by the clanging ofmy. Licking her lips and liking the more sexual turn their game had taken, she stood in front of him and pushed in between his bent legs, reaching for the back of his t-shirt. In one quick movement, she had him naked from the waist up, the sunset on his muscular chest intoxicating her. "Lets do it right here, right now..." She breathed into his ear, as he fumbled with her tank top. Lifting it over her head, her flushed breasts broke free into the warm evening air, her little nipples poking straight. Call it that ... but the holding company that provided the credit was one of those ‘blind pig’ operations ... and the pigs found the acorn. This led to arrests and the spare wing.Stewart made me work all night stripping the old wing so we could ... we? Hah! ... put the old parts on the new wing, and get us to Belleville ... so I could find out how badly my brother has fucked my life.So ... I unbolted slats, slots, flaps and all manner of things I’m certain would be banned as obscene ... or.