You are not a punching bag. What the fuck, you think I like hittin' you? Shit, I hope ta hell every time I do it, it's the last but it ain't. You like...bein' hit. I do it 'cause you like it. It don't do jack an' shit for me. Ok? Got that?" I stomp out on to the balcony. Alex stays in the room.When Beth comes back a couple hours later, that's where we still are. She talks to Alex for a while. Then she comes out and sits with me."So what you fight 'bout?" she asks."He the masochist. I'm just. I could see in her eyes and in her movements that she liked to have a stranger as an audience. She bent forward with her ass against the window and started to rub her pussy with one hand and squeezed her big tits with the other. I opened my bathrobe and started to slowly wank my hard dick. My wife then turned her side to the window and asked me to get the big dildo that we always took with us on our business trips. I rose from the chair, took the dildo and walked to the window standing behind. Any maternal overtones were the product of his own human hangups. He was starting to get tired of this whole affair. He was trying to keep an open mind, but if his mind got any more open, then his brain might fall out of his skull.Where did this honey come from? It must be rendered from something else, what was there to eat on Jarilo? His blood ran cold as he remembered Kaz’s remarks about the animals, how she had said that the forest seemed to have been drained of fauna, as if the native. Another knock, louder this time.Mark unfurled himself and pulled himself up, grabbing the wine bottle bythe neck and stepping carefully around the detritus on the floor. At thedoor to his apartment he peered through the peephole. "What the fuck?"He opened the door to Natalie. She was a mess - her normally neat uniformwas dishevelled, her make-up had run. He looked down and saw that she hadno shoes: her feet were black and sore looking. She stood back from thedoorframe, hugging herself."Can I.