I shouted back at him from around the corner. “Close it up if you like! It doesn’t matter to me.” I could hear the echo of my own voice through ...he shop. The air was still and the silence came quickly as I found the romance section and began to thumb through it, finding that I had already completed too many of the same ones and then came across a row that seemed to be fairly new. I started from the right side and was working my way to the left, picking up each book and reading the back to see. There had been a shadow of movement from the connecting bedroom. Someone was here. Taking a deep breath, Henry calmed himself, and crept slowly onto the waiting carpet. Shocked he scanned the empty room, hoping for any sign of movement to quiet his subconscious."Tag you're it!" Tackled from behind, Henry went sprawling onto the kind-sized bed, followed by the love of his life. They wrestled for a little bit, Henry's naked skin brushing against the harsh fabric of Julie's hiking outfit.. The drive back to Jack's was a blur, as silently I sat there like a zombie, feeling the cum drying on my face. my jaw ached, my throat was sore, my arse hurt. We entered the house and I headed for the bathroom. "No!" he stopped me, I knew it was not over, my heart took an extra beat, as taking me roughly by the arm, he dragging me to the cellar door, down the stairs, and into the dungeon, his dungeon. He unwrapped the cane he had bought, "I like symmetry, so the first thing is to mark your. .He remembered songs he'd heard as a child, things he hadn't understood and hadn't thought of in ages. An idea came to him, slipping quietly into his consciousness. He turned it over in his mind, exploring the idea...yes. It felt right; the more he considered it the more it fit."It is the bowl." And what does that mean?'"It means..." on the right track, now; he -must- be. He spoke slowly and with deliberation, tasting the words as they came out. "It means...life, giving. In the bowl, the food.