I congratulated myself on my win and exchanged the controller in my hand for the phone on the bed beside me.I swiped the screen notification with my t...umb to open Chrissie’s message and sat gawping at the picture that met my gaze.I stared at the screen which was filled with a selfie picture of my sister in her underwear wondering why the hell she had sent it to me. Despite her face not showing, I obviously recognised her bed, not to mention a familiar rucksack in the background so it was. JC would rotate the CM and the storage bay would separate from the vehicle as they docked with it. Once docked securely, the remaining rocket motor would fire for three minutes and they would leave Earth orbit for the Moon. After almost one hundred hours of travel, they would enter an orbit that would carry them around to the far side of the Lunar surface. Their destination was Crater 208 also dubbed the Guyot Crater. He smiled a knowing conspiratorial smile at JC and she laughed before. “Paddle,” he told her. “Thrash.” “Smack.” These were the words he preferred. Less of a Daddy Dom vibe to them, he said, as he fed her Tasmanian oysters from his own plate, sliding them down her throat straight from the shell, glistening with lemon and rock salt. “Far more appropriate to what goes on between two consenting adults.” Though the harsher sound of his preferred words frightened her more than a little, she could see well what he meant. She liked the term “discipline” however. Very. I was walking through a city park in Glasgow as part of my daily exercise routine, some weeks ago in the evening. This park is one that I’ve always known about but only recently discovered that apart from its wildlife of geese, ducks, and swans, it also has another nocturnal visitor….To go around the pond in this park twice equates to 5km or 3 miles roughly, give or take and that’s what I found myself doing one evening. I stumbled across this young guy who turned out to be Arabic, he passed me.