You then tell me` I’m going to clean that cum off you now, don’t try to open your eyes until I tell you, right`? `Ok ` I say, I wait for the showe... to start so I can clean off all this sticky cum of yours.I hear more clicks as I take it you take more pictures. Then I start to feel a shower as it hits my face and over my head, I feel it cleaning me, but then I smell someone, I smell piss, `Your pissing on me you fucker`. I try to move my head away, but you say to me ` sit still you, I’m cleaning. " What about?" You know what about!." What exactly do you want from me, Mark?"I looked down at my hands. "It's difficult to explain, Mum."She stood straight and crossed her arms. "Do you know, that when you kissed me this afternoon, that I haven't been kissed like that for years."I felt absurdly pleased and acutely embarrassed at the same time. "Sorry," I murmured, feeling my face go red.She shook her head and walked across the landing to her bedroom. Her door slamming shook the entire. She woke from the few periods of sleep in a cold sweat, fighting off nightmares in which intangible things were performing invisible but nonetheless frightening acts which seemed to threaten her sanity.When Paul finally led her from the room, she was eager to get out of it, no matter where she was headed.He took her to the end of the hall and ushered her into a huge room which was a kind of gymnasium-looking place, but had wall-to-wall heavily padded carpeting instead of the usual wooden. "I never thought being accosted could be so pleasant," I answered. I can't keep my hands off her face. I gently brush her hair aside and kiss her."I ... You must think I'm a nut-case, Chuck," she said."Why would I think such a thing?" I asked."Because you rescued me one day and the next day I'm in your bed and a day later I'm pledging my undying love to you." She pulled her face back, connecting those warm brown eyes to mine. "If I was looking at this from the outside, it looks awfully crazy.".