"I think so?, said Kathy enthusiastically, "let metry it on him, again!" ?Take that, queer?, said Kathy, immediately whipping me veryhard across the t...p of my cock. Doubled over, I fell to my knees in agony,crying out, moaning and twisting on the floor, groveling in pain. And then to my amazement I began to worship at the feet ofmy tormentors, praising them for their cruelty and for the pain and anguishthey were causing me, encouraging them to hurt me still further and to fuck me,offering them. He didn't like the music, they called it 'hiphop' and it offended his ears. He favoured songs with something to say and didn't feel this music said anything to him.That's when Mrs. Benmore had come up behind him."Not dancing?" she'd asked him."The music's crap!" he'd replied without turning to see who it was."Yes I know dear, but I thought it was what you kids listened to these days."That's when he'd turned around. Seeing it was an adult he'd started to apologise for the language but she'd. Wo mujhey hamesha bolti rehati beta isse kuch padai bhi kara diya karo. ye relation aise hi 6 months tak chalta raha.Uko dek kar mujhey kuch kuch hota tha. ek din main himmat kar ke use bol diya ki wo mujhey bhut acchi lagti hai aur i love you u. to wo thoda sa hasi aur kuch nahi kaha. maine socha shayad wo bura maan gayi aur main aur koi sawal jawab nahi kiya uss se aur apne ghar aa gaya aur sochta raha ki shayad wo aab kabhi phone ya mujhse baat nahi karegi. Lekin shaam ko achank mere cell. A whole-body experiencethat's at once less concentrated, and much more intense.I lay there for some unknown amount of time. Shadows lengthen. I flop someof the duvet on top of me, but that's about it.I'm... not exactly tired. Sated.My phone buzzes, bringing me back to present time, present universe.It's a message from David: 'Are you okay, mouse?'Oh, fuck.The unstated question: where are you?Do issues like these resolve themselves, if I use the Tape and duck out?If I go 'home', will Charley.