My motivation to get out of bed that morning and head for my study, to crank up my computer and begin, was tempered by the fact that this was the midd...e of a particularly cold winter, and my bed was warm and my study cold. By the time that I’d consumed my breakfast and taken my dogs for their early morning stroll and toilet break on the beach (don’t worry, I pick up after them), I’d just about forgotten everything that was so clear a couple of hours earlier. Try as I might it just wasn’t. "Joe." Susan shook his shoulder. "Joe?" Hmm?" Joe raised both eye brows. "You ok?" He said quickly, as memory came flooding back."Yes," Susan kissed his shoulder. "I just need to pee, and umm ... other things." She gave him a weary smile in the blue light of a winter night."Oh, of course." She'd just had her bowels churned and cum added; she was bound to have to go.Joe stood up and moved out of bed so Susan could get out on his side. She padded nude into the bathroom and closed the door. The. Riggs was pissed off with this guy who’d been pounding his mistress’s love tunnel and filling it up with his bodily fluid and so he took a flying leap and latched onto to his scrotum.Fortunately, it was only the skin he’d sunk his teeth into but fearing for his beloved testicles and in a state of panic he picked up a lamp from the bedside table and gave Rigg’s a swift bonk on the head. Rendered unconscious he lost his grip on Ethan’s ball sack and fell into a heap on the floor.He was expecting. But if I turned it over it said 'SLAVE'. I never took it off.And I thought things would always be this way. Now and then, I'd think about the gun he carried, about the life he led but I'd always tell myself, nothing would happen to him. I knew he was strong, he was a survivor, his old scar told me that. And he wouldn't be doing the job he did now if he wasn't the best man to be doing it. I had seen the bruises he carried when we met, I knew he wasn't made of steel but all the same, I told.