Then the cement plant broke down. It took three hours to get the plant back working. That pushed the whole day back three hours. To make matters worse... I stepped into a hole, twisting my back. I am in pain most of the afternoon. All of this caused me to get a nasty headache, which just pounded. To make matters worse my stupid cell phone stopped working.I got home at six and Joyce just jumped right into my face bitching about not calling."Sorry, but my phone stopped working," I replied."Well you. Just do it yourself, he said. Easier said than done! The amount of reflexes a person had, Kindred included, to not harm the self, was high. Very high. Every instinct she had told her she shouldn’t be ripping off, or out, her own body parts. But it was in that darkness of pain and blood and the beast where the insanity Jacob demonstrated existed.She remembered a story of Odin, Norse mythology, and how the god gouged out one of his eyes, in pursuit of knowledge. This shit was right up that. She slid herself downward just a little bit, presumably to adjust my aim. She gave a random wiggle every now and then as I rubbed her clit and breast in tandem. I increased the pressure and speed that I was rubbing her clit at.Her head lifted off of my chest a bit. I responded by giving her nipple a firm pinch. She gasped loudly and sat up straight, shifting her lower body and leaving my left hand unoccupied.She quickly grabbed my left hand and directed it back to her clit.“Pinch me harder next. As I lit a cigarette I noticed that she was bra-less and I could see the shape of her pouty nipples jutting out. My crotch was bulging as I sat there in my jogging bottoms and could not stand or she would have seen what I was thinking. She was sat there so innocently with her knees swinging open and closed as I sat opposite her and couldn't resist a peak at her crotch but then felt guilty of thinking that way.I eventually made my excuses and got up to leave the room as my now softening tool was.