“When it comes, you will really be fucked properly. ———————————–
The Dress. xxx18 We must have played all night.”
The cigarette was finished and she dropped the stub to the tiles and crushed it with the pointed heel of her stiletto. It did not take long to realise that I was in a cage, a prison that was not even large enough to lie in. Simple and rounded. “Life insurance,” she had said as she looked at the balance sheet that I had sketched out on a piece of A4. “What have you done?” I cried out to her. The Cage. Now I was isolated in the dark, serving solitary with a misused woman as gaoler.
