Your very life and breath is a terrible insult to me...”The voice droned on for a long time, but I could tell you if a long time was a second, or a ...ear. My heart was surprisingly calm as the invisible entity behind the voice continued to list my sins and how grievously they wounded him. For some unknown reason I knew I was not dying that night. The voice wanted to frighten me – terrify me – but failed to raise my blood pressure, or my heart rate.The place ... I was in The Place. That much I. The suburb where I live is relatively small, and I expressed surprise that I had not seen her before. In response she told me that she and her husband had recently separated, leaving her with two young daughters, and that she had moved into rental accommodation locally only three weeks earlier. I asked after her daughters, and she told me that her husband had taken them to his parent’s place for Christmas. I was enjoying talking with her, and was looking to see if she was feeling a mutual. Hollywas infact clearly very, very pleased with whatever it was that Sarah andJane were doing, giving both them breathless, excited encouragement - itwas only later that I found out that the rubber they were polishing wasactually stretched tightly like a black, second skin over every inch ofher body."Nicola, we're ready!" I heard Sarah shout, ".....and close your eyes, wewant it to be a surprise."With difficulty I got up off the floor without using my cuffed handswhich were secured behind my. ” “For what?” He asked, his voice sounding hollow and far away, as if he were not truly laying by my side. “For me,” I worked out, trying to fight back tears at the same time. “You fight for me.” Not really thinking what I was doing, I rolled forward, half of my body pressing against his. Lowering myself down I pressed my lips against his softly, feeling so many emotions wash over my body. I had forgotten what it felt like to have his body and his lips against my own. It was not until that.