”“You know what I do after I get drunk?”“Wha’?”“I find someone else who’s drunk and ask ‘em if they wanna fuck.”“Nope.”“Nope... what?”“Nope. I don’t wanna fuck. I’m not drunk enough yet.”“You know? Me neither...”“Wha’ his name?”“Derek. What was yours?”“Joey.”“Joey ... I love you, Joey. Yeah. That’s a good name.”“Yep.”“Fuck me, Joey ... Suck me, Joey ... Wow ... That’s a really good name.”“Yep. You know wha?”“What?”“Maybe I am drunk enough.”“I’m nawt.”“Here,” I said, handing him my glass. “Twy. “I like torture, but I don’t like pain. Do you understand the difference? Stinging sensation is nice – being royally ripped open down there isn’t!”She’d also tried to learn how to masturbate with steaming hot water. That was a dismal failure, too. Despite the fact that she healed fast, she didn’t like pain. Another problem was that, according to her, now that she had vampire blood flowing in her veins, she was always edgy. She continually felt like she needed something extra, but couldn’t. She had been hung until she passed out. Then, she was released, beaten, and hung again.One afternoon, her master said, "It's time for your end." She nodded and registered her consent under his Intent to End. He had always been cruel and, particularly, to her. He decided that her end would be public as most were and they went to the community center.Once there, she was stripped and her ass greased. She knew that meant her end would have an anal aspect to it. She was blindfolded and brought out. We wiped our faces with tissues. We were in bed, drinking water. (After all the oral activities, we are out of saliva perhaps).She said, “Dee, I don’t like the way we did today.” I said, “I was okay with that. But it was not as awesome as we usually do.” She said punching my arms, “I can’t feel the love in today’s sex. Don’t pin my hands down when I try to hug you in the middle.”I said, “I too felt little love till now.” We were silent for some time. She said, “I am going to bath. Care to join.