He’d balked at going, was unhappy at the thought of leaving me alone, but I appealed to his sense of responsibility to his company and reminded him ...hat I could always take a pain pill if I needed to. I have so many pills, morphine derivatives for the knife-twisting pain that visits like a bitchy old aunt whose presence you’ve come to despise, Demerol for the run-of-the-mill, day in and day out pain that has become a nearly constant companion. And so he went, after leaving me the number at his. With Gunnar to know what bothered you was to invite him to explore it."Have you ever been fucked in the ass?" he asked."GOD, NO! I can't think of anything more sickening," she said.His finger began to dig at her sphincter. He drove it back to scoop up rich juices from her cunt and paint the warm stuff on her back hole."It isn't too bad for kinks," he said. "The intimacy is fantastic. A guy feels his tearing right up into soft, tender guts where everything happens."She knew he was teasing her.. Prologue:A heavy set man slams his fist down on the head of a small crying boy who is knuckling his eyes with his small hands.“Wa, wa, wa! You want your mommy! What are you, a girl?”The boy glares at the man, his cheeks covered in tear tracks as he yells, “I’m not a girl!”****************************************************A couple of years later the same man is dragging the same boy, this time wrapped in fish sausages toward a trapdoor, from which the sound of a hundred cats wailing for food. I had been suffering every hour of everyday. Then as soon as I had finished my lunch he told me innocently that he wanted to ride up to the park and walk around and talk...just to get away. Even as mad as I was because he didn't want to stay here and give me what I wanted, I reluctantly agreed to go, threw on my shoes fixed my hair and got in his car. Once we got there we walked around to some of the spots we use to hang out at and out of the corner of my eye I noticed some guys sitting on the.