Authors: Thomas Laird
I
flo
p
o
n
he
r,
exhauste
d,
an
d
sh
e
scream
s
loudl
y.
It’
s
a
s
i
f
she’
s
defeate
d
m
e
i
n
som
e
kin
d
o
f
contes
t
.
I
rais
e
mysel
f
abov
e
he
r
an
d
se
e
tha
t
she’
s
smilin
g,
s
o
I
knee
l
an
d
the
n
I
sla
p
he
r
acros
s
th
e
mout
h.
There’
s
a
trac
e
o
f
bloo
d
a
t
th
e
corne
r
o
f
he
r
lip
s.
Sh
e
probe
s
th
e
woun
d
wit
h
he
r
tongu
e
an
d
taste
s
th
e
stick
y,
salt
y,
sweat
y
flui
d
a
t
he
r
mout
h.
The
n
sh
e
smile
s
u
p
a
t
m
e
agai
n
.
I
hav
e
t
o
hur
t
he
r.
She’
s
beggin
g
m
e
t
o
d
o
i
t.
S
o
I
reac
h
dow
n
t
o
he
r
an
d
d
o
i
t,
thi
s
tim
e,
wit
h
m
y
hand
s.I
begi
n
pluckin
g
hair
s.
Sh
e
wil
l
no
t
le
t
th
e
sound
s
com
e
ou
t
o
f
he
r
mout
h,
bu
t
I
ca
n
se
e
th
e
silen
t
shriek
s
i
n
he
r
eye
s
eac
h
tim
e
I
pluc
k
a
shor
t,
kink
y
stran
d
.
I
t
al
l
serve
s
t
o
inflam
e
m
e
onc
e
mor
e.
We’r
e
bac
k
a
s
w
e
wer
e,
an
d
i
n
second
s
sh
e
i
s
liftin
g
m
e
of
f
th
e
be
d,
a
s
i
f
sh
e
wer
e
a
magicia
n.
We’r
e
levitatin
g
abov
e
th
e
mattres
s,
an
d
I
loo
k
ove
r
a
t
he
r
lef
t
thig
h.
I
t
i
s
inflate
d
an
d
hug
e,
an
d
th
e
swea
t
glaze
s
he
r
le
g
a
s
wel
l
a
s
he
r
tors
o
an
d
fac
e.I
fee
l
lik
e
I’
m
goin
g
t
o
slid
e
of
f
he
r.
Bu
t
w
e
ar
e
locke
d
togethe
r
o
n
accoun
t
o
f
he
r
enormou
s
femal
e
strengt
h,
an
d
s
o
I
sta
y
i
n
plac
e
unti
l
sh
e
i
s
finishe
d.
An
d
thi
s
tim
e
whe
n
th
e
en
d
arrive
s,I
hav
e
n
o
energ
y
lef
t
t
o
begi
n
agai
n
o
n
he
r.
W
e
li
e
o
n
th
e
soake
d
sheet
s,
bot
h
o
f
u
s
gaspin
g
fo
r
oxyge
n.
Sh
e
writhe
s
i
n
pleasur
e
nex
t
t
o
m
e,
teasin
g
m
e,
bu
t
I’
m
spen
t.I
und
o
he
r
bond
s,
an
d
he
r
arm
s
flo
p
dow
n
t
o
he
r
side
s.
The
n
sh
e
take
s
hol
d
o
f
m
e
wit
h
he
r
han
d
an
d,
befor
e
I
ca
n
protes
t,
sh
e
ha
s
he
r
hai
r
an
d
hea
d
ove
r
m
y
middl
e
.
Suddenl
y
sh
e
look
s
u
p
a
t
m
e
an
d
smile
s,
bu
t
al
l
I
ca
n
se
e
i
s
he
r
teet
h.
He
r
whit
e
an
d
perfec
t
teet
h.
An
d
I
don’
t
kno
w
whethe
r
it’
s
a
smil
e
o
r
a
grimac
e.
An
d
the
n
sh
e
goe
s
bac
k
dow
n
an
d
resume
s
workin
g
o
n
m
e
.
I
wan
t
t
o
se
e
i
f
she’l
l
cr
y
ou
t
i
f
I
yan
k
a
fe
w
strand
s
o
f
he
r
luxuriou
s
hai
r,
bu
t
I’
m
to
o
tire
d.
S
o
I
li
e
bac
k
an
d
le
t
he
r
g
o
o
n
an
d
o
n
wit
h
i
t,
unti
l
she’
s
ha
d
enoug
h
.