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Related article: The first prick would by no means be the worst. He forced his lungs to
breathe deeper, and slower. His heart rate increased nonetheless,
anticipating the resistance the uppermost layer of skin would present to
the needlepoint. The pink skin, swollen, and inflamed by the proximity of
an open wound was very sensitive. Sensitive to the point that ordinary
touch would send aching waves through his arm, but now Lily was audibly
straining with the effort of breaking the skin with her small sowing
needle. The tissue in his bicep was even more resistant than the skin.
The needle had to tear sinuous fibres from each other to create a corridor
for the thread trailing it to pass through.
"Nearly there, Love." Lily declared when she could see the silvery point
emerging from inside the flesh exposed by the cut. Abe cradled his
contorted face in the crook of his arm, tears rolled first down his nose,
then onto his elbow, from there to drop to the shiny tiles below. I
deserve this, he thought to himself, she trusts me, and I did it to her
again. The grain of the thread she was sowing him up with was rough and
uneven. It stuck to the muscle it was pulled through. The pain should
have been unbearable, and even if Abe bore it in silence, his knuckles
gripped white at the towel ring. The pierced flesh stung with the force of
a needle pushed through, it bled into cotton soaked with brandy. If I can
break my promise, Abe lamented to himself, I can take my punishment. Lily
did not know the tears from the man she loved so much were not only tears
of agony, but also tears of guilt.
It had been more than two years since Lily had last sown him up. He told
her that he had a collision with a man on bicycle; he had been walking home
under promise of a summer storm when a man on a bike came down the pavement
and hit his shoulder hard enough for Abe to have lost his balance and hit
his face on a traffic sign. It took her a deft five minutes to have him
good as new and into dry clothes. He was not only wounded, but also soaked
to the skin. That day he had intended to walk his regular route home, but
an approaching storm had caught up with him by the time he passed a city
park. Water fell from the sky as if fissures had opened in heaven above.
It rained, small bits of ice warned of hale. Abe scouted for shelter.
There was no bus stop or other cover; the only dry place he could see was
the rest rooms in the park, and he had been avoiding those for years. He
had no choice; he dashed for the men's room holding his lunch bag over his
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in a vain attempt to stay dry. The bicycle propped against the wall
by the entrance warned him that another unfortunate traveller had been
caught by the rain; he was relieved at the licit intention of the other
refugee. The smell of urinal disinfectant, and stale pee slammed into his
nostrils. It was the smell of male ablutions; dirty and clean at the same
time. Inside he found the cyclist, a younger man, wringing out his soaked
shirt over the basin, when he noticed Abe and smiled shyly, conscious of
his vulnerable appearance. They were stuck together for a while. When the
rain had cleared Abe picked Preteen Lolitas Nymphets
up a broken bottle left by some vagrant and
looked into the mirror as he took the Preteen Lolitas Nymphets shard to his own face.
Lily tightened the little green knot and the stabbing pain brought Abe back
to the room where his wife tended him. The bleeding had stopped, but the
dull ache returned, as Lily told Abe to brace himself for the insertion of
the next stitch. She had threaded a new piece of cotton and already
submerged it in Preteen Lolitas Nymphets the brandy. She took another swig herself and grasped his
upper triceps with a sure hand; she placed the needle and pressed. Her
confidence in her labour had returned and a quick jab and upward thrust
exposed the sharp point once again.
The pain tore at Abe, he sat motionless and silent as Lily repaired him.
His face was still cradled in his arm, and his mind reeled Preteen Lolitas Nymphets behind closed
eyes. Even if the scent was faint, and imperceptible to her, he recognised
the musk from another man's body that clang to his clothes, and to his
skin. He had left the office after lunch to deliver a report to another
building and was confronted by a construction worker and his moistly
gleaming muscles in the afternoon sun. Abe only glanced at the man who
then held his gaze unconsciously. Preteen Lolitas Nymphets He did not intend to stare at the man,
but when he saw the man smile back at him he realised that an encounter had
begun. He felt the familiar loss of control and an expansion of his own
body's sentience. A flush of blood touched is chest and his cheeks, and a
slow breath of air thumped through his ears in a melody mixed with the
sounds of a busy street, and a construction site. He did not mean to, but
he smiled back. The man strolled over.
"Hot today, mate. Feel like a beer?" The man indicated the site office, a
converted container that towered over the dusty labour performed by an army
of men. The room was air conditioned, and the sudden chill sent waves of
goose bumps across both their skins. The man never gave him a drink. As
soon as the door closed behind them he tore first at his own shirt before
he reached for Abe's. When they touched at first Abe's being groaned with
the collapse of inhibitions. He smelt of concrete and sweat and musk. The
smell lingered with Abe after their encounter had ended, but so did a guilt
that tore at his sense of propriety. Preteen Lolitas Nymphets The construction worker demolished a
wall of self Preteen Lolitas Nymphets control, and his physical delight stabbed at his love for his
wife. On the walk home he saw the bladed wire defending an old man's
garden from a cruel world. He walked up to it and bit his lip as he
scraped his arm across the barbs. It bled more than he expected.
By now Lily had tied the third little knot that aided Abe's body to repair
itself. His skin was coming together nicely. In a week or so his tissues
would be strong enough to keep together by itself, but until then Lily
needed to apply more stitches. She had opted to use a longer piece of
cotton. The sowing up process took less time, but the cotton that fought
its way into the raw flesh was longer. It took more effort to pull it
through, especially now that the thread itself had absorbed as much of his
blood as it could. Her latest thrust bled hard, she had perforated a
shallow vein. She dabbed at it with the antiseptic cloth stemming the flow
of scarlet, at the same time jabbing the needle through in to the torn
wound and out the inflamed skin on the other side. Abe sat motionless.
A usual paradox battled in his mind; although the stinging brandy afforded
some numbness for the ache his loving wife was inflicting upon him, his
mind furtively escaped to places and times his body felt joy instead. As
an escape his mind took him to the bodies that lured him to sin, and this
eventual punishment, but it was the memory of these sins that made the
penalty bearable. It was the towel ring he so Preteen Lolitas Nymphets desperately clung to that
invoked the recollection with which his soul subconsciously escaped the
burdens of his wife's labour. He was younger then, and his wife a caring
sister and excited new aunt. He had known of her intent to travel to tend
to the new arrival in the family. He had planned the new bathroom since
then.
At the sanitary ware shop he browsed the showroom. Gleaming toilets,
basins and tubs all beckoned his desire for them, but the prices were not
suited to the pocket of a civil servant. Sensing his hesitation a lanky,
blonde attendant approached, his sales pitch startled Abe for a second:
"The lilac dream set is one of our more popular options!" Abe turned his
gaze from the ghastly purple bathroom display, the tub alone of which would
surely fill his entire bathroom. Inadvertently his eyes dropped to the
young man's shoes, trailing their way up the tall handsome frame. For a
moment his eyes delayed at the low riding jeans and the visible scraps of
muscular thigh. The obnoxious shirt emblazoned with the shop logo hugged
the torso tightly, and the upturned collar framed a friendly smile of
salesmen's teeth and sapphire eyes. Abe was speechless.
"If you are looking for something more masculine I can show you our more
conservative selection." Abe was still transfixed by the blonde hair and
the minute piercings that decorated his handsome ears. He followed the man
to another aisle, using the opportunity to stare at his butt and the faint
suggestion of crack penetrating well defined mounds, all lain bare by the
jeans that seemed to have drifted even lower. Abe's body responded. He
could feel blood rushing to his chest and face, a twitch in his groin
warned him of crumbling inhibitions. Only then did he notice the man had
brought them to the `conservative' selection and snapped around to face
him, it was too late. The blonde grabbed for Abe to minimise the collision
as he stumbled straight into him. He did not raise his arms in defence,
nor reach for Abe's arms to hold him away. Instead he grabbed a hold of
Abe's sides, placing his palms and fingers flat against his obliques, and
giving them a slight squeeze, taking his sweet time to let go. Abe knew
the man saw him look at his ass. The warm hands on his abdomen and the
glint of a smile in the bluest of eyes suggested that the admiration was
not unwelcome.
"I think there might be a huge discount on these," he said with a closed
smile, Abe not even looking at the white glazed ceramics that he came for,
"and if you want I can deliver them myself, today, after work." His `Hello
my name is' labelled him Sean, and a bulge pressed from inside his denim.
"Damn'it!" shrieked Lily. Pain grabbed Abe back into a bathroom which was
now stained with watermarks and years of use. She had misplaced the needle
and pierced through perfectly good skin that was not in need of mending;
"I'm sorry my love," she said stroking at the unintentional damage. Abe
remained quiet and again cradled his face in his elbow.
Sean had added a selection of freebies when he drove up to the house in the
shop's delivery van that evening, the towel ring was in the mix. He had
come alone, but between the two of them they made short, hot work of
carrying in the bulky goods and stowing Preteen Lolitas Nymphets them in the corridor until the
bathroom was ready for installation. The carrying was enough excuse for
both of them to remove their shirts, and an even better excuse to open a
couple of beers that chilled in the fridge since Abe anticipated the pale
beauty's delivery. His carefully thought out plan to first come on to, and
then seduce the man was pre-empted when Sean, after a long draught from his
bottle came up to him, encircled his middle with one arm pulling their
slick torsos together and leaned his face in for a long, sweet kiss. This
was the only time ever Abe shared his bed with another man for an entire
night. He made sure to let Sean have his side of the bed for letting him
sleep on Lily's spot would feel too much like a traitor's act. But being
with a man in the comfort of a bed with no risk of discovery gave Abe his

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