It kept him busy, especially these days with Wendy and Mandy. But he was managing, being a father. ‘Single Father’, he said to himself, half in di...gust and half in wonder. Then the report came. He read it and re-read it. He had it there now again. It was impersonal and almost like a dirty novel: Road accident, she the passenger, found almost naked, apparently performing what the report called ‘an oral sexual act’ on the driver at the time that they ran off the road and were both killed. It was. But something was different this time. This time I wanted to move slowly, to savor every nuance, every little touch. And I wanted to know that it was more than "okay." Sandra," I started, still lying very still behind her, with my hand cupped under her breast and my hard-on pressed noticeably between us. "I want you. I want to make love to you." Make love? I'd never called it that! With all the other girls, we'd always just got right down to fucking. Make love? I continued, "But I only want to. Icould sense a tinge of jealousy over the relationship between mom and hersister. We began chatting a bit. I asked her what she thought about Samresuming his baseball career and she told me that as long as the doctorsaid it was ok she didn't see anything wrong with it. Instead of mecheering her up as I'd intended, she was bringing me down. I just wantedto get away from everyone and everything.I found myself looking forward to going to work tomorrow. Sam and Istarted talking about the upcoming. Slowly the chain pulls Terry higher into the room. She howls and twists with wild desperation until the twine pulls taught and the pliers tug on her nipples. The ratchet clicks, turns. Up she goes, her breasts stretching, her nipples burning. Terry is strung rigid in mid air, pulled from opposite ends as if on a rack. But instead of her arms, she is held fast by her nipples. She only sobs, begging behind the gag, looking out at Mack’s boots between her stretched and aching breasts.He is behind.