? A small sound escaped my lips as a pain shot through my body internally. With tears in my eyes, I watched my sack and balls pulled high and was amaz...d that they were not torn off.Without a word, Carol’s free hand was on my neck squeezing it hard. ?Had enough of my trainer boy? Would you like me to get it out of your ass now???ARGGGGGGGGGG,? her loud voice had set it off. She had done it deliberately. I nodded to the affirmative.?I can’t hear you boy!? she stated loudly.?ARGGGGGGGGGGGG? Yes. She opened the thin, cracked case, took out the disc and slid it into the portable CD player that Michael had given her for her last birthday. Lydia had that ‘bright red feeling’ as words and music began to fill space. Outside the window a heavy sheet of Pennsylvania night began to fill space. She left the curtains open to share the moment with the diaphanous ghost of herself which was held within a pane of glass. On the tenth floor nobody can see you. Someday, she thought, the thin, opaque. "Goodbye, Ana," I said, before turning away and leaving the house that was previously ours together. Now, I couldn't think of it as ours anymore. It was tainted, poisoned, and I had to get away from it. I tried to drive, but found myself lightheaded and shaking heavily, unable to get anywhere safely. Instead, I parked about a block down the street and watched as an ambulance and a couple of LAPD cars rushed to the front of our house within a few minutes. In the glow of the streetlights,. Carl tidied his room scrupulously in case she wanted to come back there for privacy. There were the cars in the garage, too. He kept his mind assiduously off the thought of fucking her on the bonnet of the Mercedes Benz GLE Coupé. He desperately didn’t want to wank off and waste his spunk before the afternoon’s delights. Carl’s female spaceship officer had long been lost in the space his fevered imagination inferred between Camille Somers’ breasts. All he had were some descriptions of Camille,.