I sighed and then told you what I was thinking. You asked if anything felt wrong and I said no. It felt right I just didn’t want to get hurt again. ...ou said that fate had brought us back together again. We were missing each other and had obviously never stopped caring. We were meant to be together and hopefully nothing would tear us apart again. You kissed my cheek and that was when I realized that I was crying. You were kissing away my tears. The kisses made their way down my cheek to my lips.. For me the times of the Pink Belly carried a particularly delicious ambiguity.I loved administering a good Pink Belly, but I also loved receiving one. Iloved the attention, the humiliation. I loved being stripped, held down andhurt. I was a very big and strong boy, larger by far than all my friends. Probablyat any time I could have broken away from my assailants and done some realdamage in self-defense. But I never did that. I always allowed myself to betaken and tormented. I had for years been. When she finally did sleep, she slept until 7am. For one used to sleeping for short periods at odd times, it was enough to get her though the day.Thomas Black showed up at 11am, "Miss Smythe, I'm Thomas Black, I decided I want to look through Jess's things after all." Good, I would like to get everything taken care of today so I can get a cleaning crew in tomorrow. I'm going to have to keep your cleaning deposit, but I won't pursue you for the additional cleaning expense.Now I really am. I'm furious. Middle of the night. Everyone around trying to sleep. No one can. Bitch keeps coughing, on a packed train, in the middle of a pandemic. We've all been stuck for hours here with her, an overnight train from Boston to Rochester. And she's sprawled out halfway into the aisle. Shoes off. And coughing. "At least bring a cough drop," I mutter to myself. Old folks across the aisle from her shift uncomfortably, glancing over every so often, clearly nervous about catching something from.