He has a ritual: gathering the ingredients from the refrigerator, settling them in the burner of the stovetop that he won’t be using, frying up the ...eat – bacon or sausage or ham – setting it aside and finally cutting up the vegetables. He grips the knife around its bolster – the knife’s balance point – with his last three fingers resting on the handle. His thumb and index finger are on opposite sides of the blade, like the knife is an extension of his hand, and he pierces the flesh of each. Enjoy it, and go get some tail, man. He said as he handed me the metal straw and gave me the small mirror and razor blade. I thanked him and told him we should split it, and he was very easily persuaded. I opened the baggie and tipped the contents out onto the mirror, chopped it up and lined it up, two identical lines. Cheers, motherfucker! I grinned as I leant down, metal straw in hand and took it all in one snort. I whipped my head up and took a deep breath. The coke was in the early stages. He wanted to tear her throat out at times, and then she would moan quietly and he would feel guilty, licking the pain he had just delivered. “You hate me,” she said quietly as he looked up at her. “I can see it. The way you look at me has changed.” “I hate myself,” he replied as she pushed on his chest so that he was sitting up again. She straddled him, stroking his cock, pulling it towards her pussy so that she made him wet. “I love that about you. Think of yourself fifty years from now, in a. I had a few days off and woke to find it was going to be a hot one so I watched to see if all my neighbours were going off to work. There were only four houses with a view into my garden and they all dutifully left on time, I could do what I liked. A short time later I was lying on my lounger naked, soaking up the sun and reading the newspaper. As I turned over I saw a glint of sunlight off my next door neighbour’s window. I was now lying on my back and in full view of anyone there but rather.