Was it my blood? Maybe. That was OK, I reasoned. If I were bleeding, maybe I was alive. I pondered that for a moment, not sure if that was a good thin... or not. It was dark, and I couldn’t see anything, so I didn’t know my situation. My brain’s functioning was sluggish at best. My head hurt like hell, as though I had taken a pretty bad hit to the old noggin. Finally, it occurred to me to wonder if the darkness was truly darkness, or if I was blind. I realized I had been lapsing in and out of. I love you. Let me in.’ ‘No!’ she cried back across the door. Damn hormones, she thought to herself as fresh tears sprang to her eyes. ‘El! What can I say to make you open this door?’ ‘Nothing,’ she whispered back, ‘just leave me alone.’ ‘You’re crying.’ It was more of a statement than question. ‘And it’s your damn fault,’ she said, her voice breaking halfway through as she tried to contain a sob. She knew she was being ridiculous and getting upset over nothing, but that knowledge would not. "Now suck my left boob, Ben." She guided his mouth to her left boob. And her son sucked as he had done her right boob."YES, BEN. SUCK MOMMY'S BOOBS... SUCK HARDER... YES, THAT'S RIGHT... THAT'S GOOD... I LOVE THE WAY YOU SUCK... YOUR MOUTH IS BETTER THAN YOUR DADDY'S... YES, SUCK ME BABY, SUCK ME..."After a while she requested, "Switch your sucking to the other boob, Ben. Take turns to suck both boobs. I want you to suck them nicely, son. They haven't been sucked properly for a long. I am all yours and I want you to be all mine.”He dropped his shorts to the floor and stepped out of them. He swung his right knee over her again. Abi lifted her knees, folding them up to her chest again, before unfolding her lower legs, running her feet up his torso, over his chest and up to his shoulders. He marvelled at the completely unhurried grace of her movements as she opened herself up, to him like a maiden about to surrender herself in passion and joy.Walker surveyed her neat triangle.