" She has a car now (I think she's 16?) I don't know where she got it. I don't wanna know where the money comes from. We pack up our stuff (without ro...mmate seeing all the weird shit like dildos and lingerie) and go."Let's invite Christine to come and play with us!" Heck Ya!"I get her on the phone."Cindy's in town for the formal and we have a motel room. Come over tonight and hang out with us." Ohh, hmmm! Do you just want to hang out and stuff... or is this a hot date?" she asks."Lemme see what. Still, I squeezed it gently for a moment before pulling my hand away and looking at her. Something in that shell of a human still reminded me of the woman I had once married, but it was like a fading image.“You know that she’s not there anymore, don’t you?”Miss Sergeant Koskinen. Had she been a really unpleasant person she would have been like a bad penny. I shrugged.“Intellectually, I do, Miss Koskinen ... May I ask what you are doing here?”For the first time I saw her look really. Mistress laughs cynically, and addresses me: "Well Slave, just look at you! Do you know what a pathetic sight you make, standing there naked, with clothespins on your whore nipples, and with that filthy cock of yours just dangling there between your legs, so soft and small? It almost looks like a little boy's cock! It must be so small from fear, yes? not wanting to take your punishment, I imagine" "I don't know, Mistress. I suppose so," I reply quietly. She sneers again. "You fucking bitch.. She moved to the music in front of him, her body striving to remember what it had done so easily on countless dance floors. He propped himself on the covers and considered her. Cool jazz helped relieve her of her stumbling, that and the task of unfastening her dress at the back. No dice—her fingers felt way too clumsy. Hesitantly, with some unaccountable need to please, she brought herself to the V of his parted legs and turned about. “Would you …?”“My pleasure.”He unclasped her deftly and drew.