.. Stop!" I yelled as she grabbed my left arm and started trying to pull it behind my back next to my right arm.I pulled frantically with my left arm ...nd managed to wiggle out of her grasp, and half rolled over when suddenly I felt the most pain I'd ever felt in my life, like I'd been slammed into by a truck. All fight was gone and I couldn't resist as she easily pulled my left arm into the other waiting handcuff.She pulled me upright so I was now sitting on the ground, and produced a big red. I can clearly see her cleavage. I’m unable to put my eyes away from her. She observed me checking her out a few times. But, didn’t say anything. I thought this as a good sign.Finally, after two hours she asked me what happenedI said, “What?”She said, “Why are you behaving like this today? You’re not like this before.”I asked, “What happened?”“You’re looking at me in a wired manner today. ”“You’re so beautiful today.”She blushed and said, “Stop it.”I said, “Why? You’re really great today. I. All she wanted was her fluffy PJs and a bar of chocolate but she hadn’t done any washing and she couldn’t be bothered to go to the shop. To make herself feel a bit better she had a soak in a bath overflowing with bubbles and shaved. Her logic being if she looked better, she would feel better. She straightened her hair and looked in hope for at least the PJ bottoms but was out of luck. All she had was a red silk nighty that clung to her curves and barely covered her rather round behind. As the. Nothing had changed. I was simply sick of waking up and finding myself stuck in this tired life.I drug myself out of bed and got dressed, wondering all the while about how to spend my last day. For someone like me, I guess there wasn’t much choice. I’d spend it like I spent every other: alone with my camera, one last time.I hefted my trusty camera from its place amongst the junk on my dresser and powered it on while slipping into my shoes. An unusual message filled the display.Would you like to.