“I tripped, I wasn’t watching where I was going and I really-…” “Shut. The FUCK. Up.” You yell. I go quiet and look at the sheets. “Oh ...et…oh my precious little baby boy. I was going to make you suffer. But you have no idea what’s going to happen now.” You look at me and shake your head slightly. I shiver with anticipation. Our safe word is giraffe, and I’ve never had to use that word (neither have you), but I have a feeling it’ll come close tonight. You lie me on my back and kiss me on the. I turned it up tohalf power, and I could hear it, I imagine, from anywhere in the house. ?Orgasm,pain toy.?I turned the vibrator to full power and sat down towatch her. She screamed off and on for about ten minutes, but then started thatstaring thing she did earlier. I was certain now, she was sort of meditating.She was concentrating on what pleasure she could take from her experience. Ifound that very fascinating. It took twenty minutes for her to orgasm. I turnedoff the vibrator and removed. ” “So all of it is true? All that you wrote is how you really feel about me?” she said. “Yup, all of it. Every last word of it,” he replied. “Wow,” she said, “do you have any idea how many times I orgasmed to that diary of yours already today? He shook his head but had some idea or he hoped he did. Still he went ahead and answered her question anyway. “Let’s see. I bet you did it uhhh like three times maybe?” She was impressed that he knew just how many times she did it to herself. “Wow, like. " With that I was handed a small clutch. "This contains all youressentials for the weekend."Arriving at Michaels car, a nice Mercedes's the model of which I am notfamiliar. Steve opens the door for me, then places the suitcase in thetrunk. Michael slides into the driver's seat and we are underway. It isrush hour by now, the highways are full and congested. My inquiry aboutour destination goes unanswered only stating that, "We are about an houror more away with all this traffic." I am not.