There was so much of it…. It just kept flooding out. “It’s not all mine” Chris said” “I hope you don’t mind but I had a couple of friend... come round to help while you were out” But don’t worry, you won’t miss a thing” “ I recorded the whole thing on your camcorder” he said pointing to the camera sat on the fireplace…. “ Thanks both of you for a great time, I can’t wait to do it again some time” “ See you both soon I hope”… and then he was gone….I spanked her ass loudly… “ You ok babe”? I said. Now I lay in the quietness of my room, a few houses north of his, reading the stuff of a young girls sexual abuse, was he looking at my light glowing, wondering if I was reading his sordid thoughts and ideas, touching myself in our supposed unified brain patterns, his doing and my acceptance fate, the trouble was he had seen something in me that had struck a chord, a self sense of sacrificial abusement, that somehow attached itself to my quest for a deeper pleasure, like a woman having her. It had been obvious that she considered Sundae, "the other woman" and nowshe was planning to replace her.Other than that, things went well, that is until Saturday afternoon whenthe class trainer asked me why I wasn't sticking it to my pony. I mean,all the other trainers were. Well that is when my mouth moved before mybrain and I told him I wasn't plumbed that way.That is when I was sent to the bleachers and he unloaded on Sundae'sfather. Jenna passed me smiling like a Cheshire cat and took. The police were nice but who knew what waited for him in there. The police consulted with the doctor first. On learning that the doctors should keep him under supervision because he had a concussion and shouldn’t sleep until morning anyway, the officer decided to leave Chris in the hospital until he came back. He had all his communication information and had the dispatcher run a check on him. He seemed clean and afraid and they could easily find him in his workplace if he decided on running.