“Well, let’s have a look.” He bent down to his bag, zipped it open and pried the flaps apart. He pulled out his steth and draped it over a shou...der, and dug about for a thermometer. He peeled the plastic cover from a tongue depressor. “Tell me what you’re feeling,” he said. She pulled a thin arm from under the blanket and waved her hand about her face. “It’s just kind of blocked up.” “Throat?” “Mmhmm.” “Okay,” he said, brandishing the tongue depressor. “You know the drill.” Her cheeks. Even policemen look far too young. Paul and I didn’t attend the wake. I couldn’t bear seeing anymore of Allan’s mousy, stupid little wife or hear her irritating Home Counties English accent. More to the point, I couldn’t accept the ghost of Allan in the shape of Jamie, his son.Paul has taken Allan’s death far harder than I have. From the beginning I was aware that he and Allan were bi-sexual. That never bothered me. In fact, it added a big dash of spice to our relationship and I. She cuffs each of my hands to a post and stands back to survey her subject. I can see now that is exactly what I am.I look over my shoulder and feel a sharp pain as she produces a crop from underneath her robe. "Eyes forward, Darling!" I obey, and shortly hear the rustle of silk falling to the floor. I feel her behind me. A slippery finger finds its way between my skin and the black lace parting my ass. My muscles clench as her wet finger tickles at my tight opening. Her finger pulls away and I. I noticed a club it would have to do, I joined the queue of people outside. Eventually I was in this was a real seedy place but at least all eyes seemed to be on me again. Things were getting weirder by the minute, I could no longer work out who was who. I stood at the bar and had a few drinks before finally a guy chatted me up.“What the fuck are you on?" "Your totally shot, want to come back to my place we can both enjoy some fun.” This guy was straight to the point and I wasn’t going to argue.