Lying there stroking Chelsea’s arm, she thought, but was this not one of the things that had brought them together, their views on sexuality in huma... culture and their ideological stance favouring a completely open sexual identity even for a couple? Neither of them in their adult life had ever believed that one should be made to physically commit to just one person if natural desire arose and physical temptation led elsewhere as well. Of course, fulfilment of such a lifestyle while being in a. He was straining so much against this painful angle that his head had been held in that the sudden release caused it to snap forward slamming his nose against the cement. It almost instantly started bleeding profusely.A few minutes later, a squad car screamed into the alley. Both front doors swung open almost before the car stopped and the two uniformed officers took cover behind them. Both of them drew their guns and pointed them at Sam and the thug she held down. At their orders, Sam raised. Her full, vibrant hair, a deep black, was streaked with blonde highlights. A smart phone was clutched in her hand and kept vibrating and beeping. “What?” she asked in teenage annoyance. “This is my granddaughter, Cruzita,” Esmeralda said. “Cruzita, help Sister Theodora to her house, she's not feeling well.” “I'm fine,” I told them. I took a step and swayed and Cruzita caught me. “Okay, maybe I need a little help.” I placed my arm around her shoulder and Cruzita helped me outside. She smelled. Pain blotted out all previous thoughts and he relaxed again, was this all his body wanted from him? Make him feel worthless, then taunt once more to cut, hoping that the pain made him feel human again? The blood trickled down to his hand, he stared at the red trail, turning his arm, preventing the blood from dripping to the floor. Somehow the blood made him seem real, after all he must be alive to bleed, tentatively he licked the blood along the cut, yes it was real, nothing else tastes quite.