" She started down the left branch of the corridor."I don't know why I asked you to," he shouted behind her. "I think you got me drunk or something.... He gritted his teeth and headed down the right branch.The corridor seemed to go on forever. Harry saw himself reflected as a muscular teen-aged boy with a shaved head, a middle-aged woman in a business suit, and a little girl, no more than three or four, dragging a dolly behind here.He stopped for a moment to try and figure out where the doll. He knew what she wanted of him before she spoke. The smell of the fine leather and the deep warmth of her touch as she slipped the collar around his neck brought a life to him that he had never felt before, electrical impulses surged through his body. He had never felt so alive, his thoughts so clear, his urges never so strong as they were at this very moment. She attached the lead to the ring and tugged on the lead for him to stand. He stood in front of her, hypnotized by the deep darkness of. She was grinding gently but it was unquestionably getting more intense. It was another sensation to focus on and there was a slight disappointment when she moved to reposition herself having travelled a little lower with her mouth. Down, below your breasts she kissed once, twice, three times and each was lower. The excitement of where kisses four and five may land softened the loss of her grinding. You found you were grinding at the air, enticing her lips to fall where you craved them. A soft. Like a Samurai Warrior I was going in there to Kick ass, and I kicked and kicked and kicked until it kicked back. The soundless noise a computer makes as it crashes is enough to break a writer’s heart. Hours and hours of work gone, lost into the motherboard from hell. Hundreds of short stories, dozens of newspaper reports and three very, very important pieces of work. There was my trial script for Hollyoaks, the episode where Chloe and Matt were getting married and everything was going fine.