The office building looked even morecold and impersonal at night. I remembered holding you as you cried,taking almost half an hour to get the words o...t, telling me how theycouldn't carry anyone as sick as you, how it was in everyone's bestinterests that they let you go.The bottle came from a rubbish bin and the petrol I siphoned from aparked car: I was careful to chose one that looked expensive. I usedone of your tampons as a wick. I think you would have liked that. Ilit the wick and. If her world was a real place, and not just alittle cube in the middle of nothing, then did I really have a right to goscrew with it? And if I was right about Jean taking control of my life, wasthat something I was ready for? I thought about it through two old films, arerun of a sitcom, and half a dozen beers. When I went to bed, it was so latethat the sky outside my apartment window was already getting grey with thefirst light of dawn. Late as it was, I didn't fall asleep fast. I wasthinking. He bagan to girate in a circular motion, knocking my tits around and driving me wild. He rubbed himself all through my cleavage and seemed experienced enough to know just how to get his fix. Oh, shit, He panted, Oh, fuck, babe, Oh… FUCK! he moaned as I felt his hot, sticky load splatter against my chin and lips. I licked all of the moisture off my face. I loved the way he tasted. No, I didnt just love it, I FUCKING loved it! It was enough to send me into complete bliss as I finally finished. I. The windows were much larger now and let in a lot more natural light, flooding the house and reflecting back off of the newly whitened walls. The floor also looked spotless and I detected the scent of lavender in the air. I guessed that Kirsty had scrubbed the floor with some of her scented soap and sure enough there was a crude, wet, scrubbing brush lying in one corner. Kirsty was sitting in a chair working at making up a new mattress with clean cloth and fresh straw. I carefully used a rag to.