February 06, 2012 08:59:17 PM



I held the dead eel by the head and raised it up like a whip before whacking it across Geoffrey’s buttocks. He squealed with glee. Later, I told him he needed to leave because my wife was coming home. Geoff seemed put off by this. I didn’t have the energy to console him so I simply threw him his clothes. I suppose he was getting fed up with the arrangement and for once denied me his affections as we parted.

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