Bragging Rights

Here is another Chastity story. I hope you have to smile a bit, when reading it. 
Are you trying to figure out if Fin has given up his job as burglar? No, of course not. He's driving the Loesings to get to his target. :) Thanks also to EW for the inspiration.

Wylie Loesing had forgotten one of his school books in his father's car. He needed it to do his home work so he went to the garage. He opened the car door and froze. A naked African American lady with very, very dark skin and really huge breasts lay on the back seat. Confused he stammered: "I ... I ... wa... was looking for my ... my book." Wylie tried to look the lady in the eyes, but couldn't help himself and his eyes inadvertently wandered back to the boobs. He blushed furiously. The lady gave him more to ogle at, when she turned slightly to look for the book. She revealed her well rounded back side. Wylie swallowed hard. His hands twitched. The dark haired boy was tempted to touch the woman. "Is that what you are looking for?" She handed him the math book. Wylie snatched it from her and ran away without saying thank you. Suddenly he stopped, returned, just to check he hadn't seen a fata morgana. She was still there. This time around she smiled at Wylie. The grey eyed thirteen year old couldn't resist any longer and grabbed one of the large breasts. The lady enjoyed it. She moaned. "If you want to give me more pleasure, do the same with the other." She advised. Wylie didn't need to be told twice. He fumbled a bit. The lady placed Wylie's hands slightly differently and showed him what she liked. Wylie felt his penis growing and exploding. He was slightly embarrassed and uncomfortable in his now soiled pants. Wylie's eyes widened and he made some urgent noises. "I ... I ... I have to go." "Okay, it was nice to meet you." Wylie ran again. He couldn't believe it. He had not only seen huge tits but also touched them. Wow! Suddenly he remembered his good manners and returned. Slightly out of breath he entered the garage a third time. The lady hadn't moved. "Hi, I just wanted to say thank you." He said. "You're welcome. By the way I'm Chastity." "Wylie." "It was a pleasure meeting you, Wylie." Chastity smiled. Finally Wylie managed to tear him away and go to his room.
The next day he couldn't keep his mouth shut and had to tell his friends about his experience and of course embellish it a bit to make him look more grown up. "Yeah, yeah, whatever you are saying." One of them replied. The others thought either Wylie's fantasy had gotten the better of him or he was outright lying.
Wylie later found out Chastity was a porn star. How she ended up in his father's garage was a mystery to him. Maybe his father had invited her for a tet a tet? In the end Wylie didn't care about it. He treasured his first encounter with the opposite sex.
He was wrong on the part Chastity had been invited by Kenneth Loesing. She wanted to surprise her sometime lover Fin, who was employed by Wylie's father or so the Loesing family believed, and had sneaked into the car.
When Fin found Chastity naked in the car, they did just a bit more than Wylie had been able to do.

©2013

Good Bye and Hello

Sorry for only publishing now, but I have written further on my novel and have a few other short stories in the pipeline, i.e. Chastity and a few others. Hope you like how Reggie and Kiki meet. :)

Reggie Smith tried to keep his composure. Of course Dandy could see through him right away. The Schnauzer was getting tired, but still licked his master's hand and wagged his tail. Reggie couldn't keep his tears at bay any longer. It was hard to say good bye to his companion of 11 years.

Reggie was concerned, when Dandy had a seizure. It had never happened before, so Reggie was frightened and shocked. Of course he brought Dandy to the vet. The diagnosis was shattering. Dandy had a brain tumor, and it had spread further. There was nothing that could be done. Reggie took Dandy home and spoiled him rotten for the next few days with all the dog's favorite food, games and long walks until he made up his mind. Reggie didn't want Dandy to suffer, so he arranged an appointment with the vet to put his dog to sleep. The vet agreed to come to Reggie's beach house in Key West. Dandy knew it didn't mean anything positive, when the doctor arrived, and tried to hide. Reggie was prepared for that, grabbed the dog by the collar, before he could escape and carried Dandy to the sofa on the porch, overlooking the beach and sea. Reggie held down Dandy until the vet had given the injection. It was hard to watch. Dandy whimpered. Reggie said soothing words, keeping his voice calm and relaxed. He didn't feel any of it. "It shouldn't take too long." The vet said. "I'll let myself out." Reggie thanked the doctor and concentrated on Dandy, taking a seat beside him. He stroked Dandy. When the dog licked his hand Reggie's self control crumbled. Reggie felt Dandy's breathing go slower until it ceased. Soon there was no heart beat either. Reggie sobbed. Never ever again! Reggie thought he couldn't go through the heartbreak again.
For every dog Reggie had owned during his adulthood he had made funeral arrangements. He organized Dandy's cremation, and the ashes were buried at the dog cemetery beside Reggie's other dogs. He remembered them all fondly and visiting them regularly had helped overcome their deaths.
Reggie gave some of Dandy's things to charity. Others were thrown out. Life seemed to go on for people, while it was standing still for Reggie.
He felt lonely and missed Dandy. It was on the one side hurting to remember how Dandy arrived as a puppy and had a lot of mischief in mind, gnawing Reggie's favorite shoes, trying to sleep with Reggie in bed, having accidents on the carpet to developing into a quiet and dignified dog, but on the other side it were good memories. After a few months the pain eased. Since Reggie had retired from being a successful burglar, he had more time and started to get restless and feel bored without a dog. Reggie was torn, if he should get a new dog or not. He had to consider his own age. He had turned seventy one in September, so if he got a dog, would he be healthy or live long enough to take care of the pet? What would happen if he was incapable or dying before the dog? Reggie checked with his daughter Debra and his friend Augustus. Both said they were willing to take care of the dog should anything happen to Reggie. It was a relief. Even though Reggie had sworn earlier not to adopt a dog, he couldn't resist the temptation any longer. Reggie went to a dog charity, filled out all the necessary documents, provided references and could go to the puppy cage. There were a few Yorkshire Terriers, cross breeds and a Grand Anglo-Francais Blanc Et Noir. Reggie didn't want a big dog. He preferred small to medium sized ones, suiting his lifestyle better than larger dogs. Only one puppy was interested in him. It was a little Yorkshire Terrier. The rest was interested in their toys. The terrier demanded attention, wagged its tail and barked excitedly. Reggie gave the dog his hands to sniff on. The two clicked immediately, so it was obvious which one Reggie wanted. There was also a short interview and the member of staff advised Reggie somebody would make a house visit to check if Reggie had a dog compatible home.
Shortly after the house visit Reggie received the outcome. He was able to adopt the dog he wanted. The background story was sad. Reggie's dog - a little headstrong lady - and her two siblings had been found in a dumpster, only a few weeks old, together with their dead mother. They were barely alive and had lost a lot of weight. The charity had done a good job in raising them.
When Reggie arrived to pick up his new pet, she didn't want to go into her transportable cage. She escaped and thought it was fun being chased by the staff through the building. Her tail was wagging furiously and she barked madly, causing some uproar with the other dogs. Before she could cause more mayhem Reggie used his abilities as a burglar. Reggie tried to think which route the dog would choose, placed himself hidden behind one of the kennels and waited. The terrier careened around the corner, where Reggie had placed himself. Reggie snatched the dog. The dog and he looked each other in the eyes. Suddenly the dog quietened down and was willing to be placed in the cage.
During the journey home the dog scratched and bit at the door, trying to get out. Reggie was glad it was secure. An accident because of Reggie's attention being diverted thanks to the Yorkie wasn't anything he was looking forward to.
At the beach house Reggie let the pet out of the basket. She wasn't grateful at all, looked up at Reggie and barked. Like she was trying to tell him she hadn't enjoyed the trip or being in a small cage. Then she went with high held head exploring.
Reggie decided to name the Yorkie Kiki. It was short, sounded cute and playful at the same time. At first it wasn't easy for Kiki to be separated from the other dogs at the shelter. She whimpered and was withdrawn. Reggie was there for her and helped her as good as he could. Kiki's personality soon resurfaced. She was fun to be with. Kiki was extrovert, intelligent and curious. Training her was a bit difficult, because she had her own mind.
In the end Kiki and Reggie made a good team.

©2013

Travel Log: Park Hyatt Milan, Italy

When we stayed slightly over a year earlier at the Park Hyatt Milan, we couldn't explore the city, because it was raining the whole time. We decided to have another two nights stay on points this January. As always we organized a limousine transfer from the airport. Our driver was the same as in November 2011. We recognized each other immediately. The journey was smooth in the Mercedes E-Class and took around 25 minutes from Milan Linate. The price was up from 120 Euro to 135 Euro (ca. 162 USD to 182 USD).

Check in was quick, and we were greeted as returning guests. As such we were upgraded to a Deluxe Room on the highest floor. We were told by the receptionist that there are mostly suites on the higher floors and our Deluxe Room was one of the few available on higher floors. We were accompanied to it, and on the way got a refresher regarding the dining outlets and services the hotel offered. The member of staff explained the features of the room. After that we were left alone.

The elevator system has changed. You now have to swipe your key card when entering the elevator. It only stops on the floor where your room is located.

It was clear that the room belonged to a suite and could be used as the children's bed room or the nanny quarters. It was medium sized and had a king bed, chairs, a writing desk, table and flat screen TV with national and international channels. The room was understated, but felt elegant. A lot of marble was used.

To our surprise we also had a small balcony. It offered great views over Milan. There were also two chairs and a table. We loved to go out and enjoy the mild weather and the views. The neighboring suite had also access to the balcony. On our first night nobody was staying there, so there were no concerns about privacy. On the second night it was in use.

The marble bathroom was large - as big as our bed room - with Laura Tonatto toiletries, a sink, separate bathroom and rainforest shower (there was also a handheld shower) and a separate room for the toilet and bidet.
The mini bar, wardrobe and safe were also located in the bath room.

There was a slight difference between the bath room layouts we had in 2011 and this one.  The entrance room's was smaller and when entering the bath tub we had to climb in front, at the Deluxe room's we were able to enter the more traditional way from the side.

Overall the room was very comfortable, especially the bed. Minor gripes were the uncomfortable back rests of the chairs and that the taps of the bath tub and shower were difficult to use, i.e. switching from the hand held shower to the other tap or when turning off the water and then on again you had suddenly too hot or cold water, because the temperature regulator moved with the tab.

Turn down was provided each night and included two bottles of still water.

During our stay we had lunch at La Cupola Lounge and in room dining. The hot chocolate, smoothies, juices, risotto, Veal Milanese, omelet and French Toast were delicious. The quality was high and the prices fair.

All staff was friendly, efficient and helpful.

Time to check out arrived too quickly. The invoice wasn't correct, but the wrongly charged item was removed without quibble. Otherwise the the check out was fast and pleasant. Our driver and limousine were  already waiting for us and within minutes we were on our way to the airport.

Of course we are going to return at some stage.

©2013

Travel Log: Westin Dublin, Ireland

Having stayed at the Westin Dublin a couple of years back at a Deluxe Room, we thought it would be nice to return as a Christmas treat.  We found a special offer - book a suite, get 10 % off, breakfast and 3000 bonus points, when you are member of Starwood’s loyalty program, plus a welcome gift.

The Westin is located opposite Trinity College and the Bank of Ireland. The nearest Airlink Stop is College Green. From there the hotel is only around 200 m away. It is housed in a former bank building and was opened in 2001 by Mary Harney, the then Tánaiste and Health Minister.
When entering there is a foyer. At the end of the foyer and to the left is the Exchange Bar and Restaurant.  When entering the lobby, there is a stair case on the right, leading to the Atrium Lounge, an open fire place with seating area and to the left the concierge and reception.
As the name of the Atrium lounge implies it has a very beautiful atrium and is my favorite place in the hotel.
In the basement is the Mint Bar - it's the former bank vault with the bar island in the center and tables placed around it. They serve some mean cocktails and snacks.

Our check in was quick, and after asking for a late check out at 2 PM it was granted after a short moment of hesitation. When inquiring what the welcome amenity would be, we were told it was either Baileys or Jameson Whiskey. Since we liked both it wasn't a problem.

There are some new room types at the Westin, like Writer's rooms and suites - named after a famous Irish author. Ours was located on the third floor and called Brian O'Nolan Writer's Junior Suite. When entering there was a small foyer with two double doors leading to the bathroom on the left and the bedroom to the right. A few steps led up to the living room. We were surprised by the large size of the living room and that there was no wall between the bed and living room, only a balustrade. We also had a small terrace with two chairs and a table. It gave amazing views over Trinity College. There was a small barrier between our part of the terrace and the neighboring room's, giving some privacy.

The bedroom was medium in size with loads of storage space for clothing, the safe, a king sized bed and a medium sized TV, providing all international news and business channels needed. Sports was also covered with Sky Sports 1 to 3 and ESPN. There were also regional channels. The Heavenly Bed was very comfortable, and we had a good nights rest. The furniture was contrasting with dark and light colors. The same color scheme continued in the living room. There was a huge sofa, coffee table with books by Brian O'Nolan (It's not recommended to take them with you, because there is a charge of 30 Euro applicable if you do), a writing desk and a huge TV. Unfortunately that flat screen TV didn't get any signal. It didn't matter, because we were there to spend time together.  Below the TV was a credenza, containing the minibar. A short background information about the author was also given and hanging on the wall beside the writing desk. There was also a chair with an ottoman. The carpet was very beautifully decorated too. A large photograph hung above the sofa, depicting a sea scape. There was also some other artwork placed in the bed and bathroom. We spent a lot of time on the sofa and testing also the writing desk and chair with ottoman. Everything was comfortable and the fabrics used very soft.

The bathroom had a shower over bathtub combination, a toilet, scales and a sink. There were also Heavenly Spa amenities including mouthwash. The bath tub was comfortable, the water pressure very good and no fluctuations in water temperature.

When I requested an additional soap and mouthwash we received two complete amenity sets only a few minutes later.

When our welcome gift arrived we were in for another surprise. Instead of receiving simply the whiskey or the Baileys, we got both including nuts and truffles. When we thought that was it, room service returned with a cheese board and a bottle of wine.

Since we know the restaurant, bar and lounge already and frequent the last two regularly we didn't use them during our stay.
We had in room dining instead. Our late lunch consisted of fish from the Superfoods RX menu, pasta with chorizo, fruit salad and an unexpected sticky toffee pudding, which hasn't been charged. We also had a bottle of still water, juice and a Rush Hour (cocktail) for my better half. The cocktail hadn't been on the menu, but when I asked the person from in room dining, if I could also order it, it was no problem at all. The meal was very delicious.

Later we felt slightly peckish and had the tomato soup and again fruit salad.

Because breakfast was included in our rate, we had the option to choose between the buffet at the Exchange Restaurant or anything from the in room dining menu. We choose the latter. Both of us had the Healthy Breakfast with oatmeal.

In room spa treatments were also available.

The time passed way too quickly and before we knew it was already 2 PM. The check out was efficient and warm.

We felt after our stay relaxed, happy and totally spoiled.

Every member of staff was very friendly, efficient and knowledgeable. Besides the space, design and comfort of the suite, we loved the can do attitude of the staff and would return in a heart beat.

©2013

Looking for the Source

Alyssa was hungry. She looked for her mother, but couldn't find her. The lady, who was bouncing her and singing, had food. At least it seemed so for Alyssa. The lady was called Chastity and was looking as exotic as Alyssa did. Alyssa was red haired and had almond shaped eyes - the hair color was from her father, the slanted eyes from her mother, who was half Vietnamese. Chastity on the other side had black hair and very dark skin. Alyssa was desperate, so she started looking for food. She grabbed Chastity's top and looked what was inside. Chastity's breasts were huge, much bigger than Alyssa's mother's. "There must be plenty to eat for me." Alyssa thought and made smacking noises in anticipation. She tried to figure out how she could get her mouth to one of the nipples and nourishment. Alyssa's grunts got more urgent. She still looked into the top and made signs to try and climb up on Chastity's stomach. It didn't go unnoticed by Chastity, who swarted all of Alyssa's efforts. Alyssa felt one of the breasts. How was she going to get to the source of her food? Determined Alyssa struggled with the garment until she had lifted it up and made her way up again. Chastity pulled her out - by now Alyssa's hair was standing on ends, and she was near crying. Alyssa kneaded Chastity's left breast, having again a look inside the shirt. Finally she came to the conclusion maybe the fabric wouldn't be in the way, so she latched her mouth onto Chastity's left nipple. Chastity was shocked and cried out loud: "Help!" Her husband Giovanni was amused. He laughed, but had mercy with Chastity and separated the two. Alyssa was frustrated and began to scream. Giovanni was surprised how loud a baby could be and glad he and Chastity didn't have any kids. It didn't take long for him to locate Hue, Alyssa's mother. She was talking to the birthday boy, who had invited them all to celebrate the occasion. Recognizing Athe howls of her daughter, Hue excused herself, picked up Alyssa and went to a quieter place, discreetly opening her blouse and latched her daughter to her nipple. The cries ceased immediately. Alyssa learned one thing - no matter how big a breast was it didn't always provide milk. Best to trust her mother then.

©2013

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Roberto Pianas asked his cousin Antonio for a favor. Roberto's future son in law needed some information and Roberto was sure Antonio could help him. Antonio wanted to know more about Roberto's son in law before coming to a decision. Roberto told Antonio that Coldham Fintan Noose III was engaged to his oldest daughter Frieda for five years. He was a professional burglar and had been second in command in a successful big heist, robbing a museum in Taiwan. The burglary had gained international fame due to how many valuable pieces were stolen and the audacious manner it was carried out with.
As soon as Roberto had hung up, Antonio asked his PA to send Stefano Garcia up to him. Stefano was his right hand man. "Boss?" Stefano asked when he arrived. He was nearly 7 ft tall, very muscular and mostly underestimated. People thought he had strength but no brain. In reality Stefano was highly intelligent and had been instrumental in launching a money laundering scheme and helped Antonio grow into his position.
"Find out everything about Coldham Fintan Noose III." "Okay, boss. As soon as I have the information, I'm back." "Thank you, Stefano."

About a month later Fin, as Frieda's fiancé was nicknamed, arrived at the appointed time at Antonio's office. Antonio had read the information Stefano had dug out carefully. Fin was definitely interesting and maybe similar to him. While waiting Antonio stared out of the floor to ceiling windows and over the Potomac River.
Antonio turned around his executive leather chair for a more dramatic effect. The two men studied each other. Fin looked as on the photograph Antonio had seen - tall, light ash blond with blue grey eyes. Antonio on the other side was 5 ft 9 in tall, trim, light brown haired, had almond shaped black eyes and caramel colored skin.
Antonio was all business and accordingly behaved cold and calculating. He had gained the image of ruling his arm of the mob with an iron fist. When his father Zacarias died two years earlier he had to take over the leadership in the Washington D.C., Maryland, Virginia area. He had been prepared, but Antonio didn't feel ready at all and feared also that some other members of the gang or the competition tried to over topple or get rid of him. Antonio purged anyone internally he deemed a threat to his succession. On the outside he behaved strong too, so nobody dared to interfere. Privately Antonio had a very different personality.
As expected Antonio was tough and cut a deal with Fin he would have done with anybody else. Stefano had found out who had engaged Fin and if the heist was successful Fin was going to earn 20 Million USD. The psychological assessment Stefano made was that Fin was a gentleman and wouldn't cheat, if he shook hands on a deal or didn't break his word, if he promised something. On the other side Fin was a narcist. When Antonio met Fin, Frieda's fiancé didn't make the impression of being one.
As soon as Antonio got the information Fin was looking for to blackmail a nephew of a senator, he handed over the document to Fin at the Round Robin Bar. Fin also had his payment ready, which surprised Antonio. He had expected cash only when Fin had stolen the desired item. At his office he counted the sum. It was exactly 500.000 USD. Fin had kept his word. If Fin had cheated Antonio, he would have sent Stefano to deal with the issue, and it would have been most unpleasant for Fin. Since there weren't any problems, Antonio thawed and showed his private side, very few ever glimpsed. When not on business Antonio was warm, caring and lively. Besides inviting Fin to his home, he and Fin shared a passion for jazz, so Antonio took Fin to the Blues Alley, his favorite club. They had a good time and developed a long term friendship, when Fin started to trust Antonio.

©2013

Nightmare

Poor Fin is in for another spanking thanks to his brother Mike.

"No, Dad, no!" Coldham Fintan Noose III begged his father and name sake for mercy. "Please, I'm going to be a good boy!" "It's fifty strokes with the cane as I said. Now bend over and drop your pants." Coldham's voice was hard and made it clear he wouldn't budge. Trembling and very close to tears Fin, as Coldham Fintan III was nicknamed, obeyed.
The cuts bit deep into Fin's skin. Coldham was a master in wielding the cane, so blood was drawn only after the thirty first strokes. Fin was bawling, screaming and shaking.

"Fin, Fin, wake up. You're having a nightmare." Fin woke up, when his wife Frieda shook him. He had been flaying and screaming in bed and real tears were streaming down his face. Had somebody else caught him, he would have been embarrassed. Fin trusted Frieda blindly and had no secrets from her. Sleeping seemed impossible for Fin. He was visibly shaken. "Want to talk about it?" Frieda asked. Fin was torn. Briskly he whisked away the tears, using the time to make up his mind. "Okay." Frieda and he went to the kitchen. She made him a malt drink. It was relaxing and in Frieda's opinion just what the doctor ordered. He graciously accepted a cup and a slice of chamomile cake with honey frosting. "So what did you dream?" "Dad had decided to give me fifty lashes with the cane for coming home late and involving my brother." "Oh, my goodness!" "You woke me up, when we had arrived by around forty. You won't believe how realistic the dream was. I felt the burning and stinging sensation and blood was running down on the back of my legs..." "Did your parents ever ... go so far?" Broaching the subject wasn't easy for Frieda, but she was curious. "No. Not with the cane. The number of strokes would have surely killed me. They were quite mad at me the last time I was ever spanked by them. My mother whipped me with a belt - I lost track of the number of strokes, but I estimate they were in the region of thirty to fifty. You have seen the results." "I remember." Frieda had been outraged when she had seen the damage. Fin's backside had been covered in welts and bruises. He had had problems walking and moving, because it hurt a lot. On the other side it hadn't kept him from making love to her. The last memory made her smile. Frieda returned to the present, when Fin continued: "I was eight." "Sorry?!" "When the real incident occurred. Mom and Dad had Mike and I allowed for the first time ever going alone to mutual friends a block from our house. Mom had told me I was responsible for the welfare of Mike and that we were punctual back at 5 PM. If not..." Frieda could imagine what Beverly had told Fin. She wanted to kill Beverly and Coldham. They had done a lot of damage to Fin's psyche. Sighing she pushed the thought aside and asked: "What happened?" "Mike didn't want to go home." "What?! Why would you get punished for that?" Fin shrugged his shoulders. "Mike saved his own butt." "He accused you of not wanting to go home?" "Yes."

Fin didn't believe his ears, when Mike, his seven year old brother, lied to their father. Fin had tried everything to get them both home on time. Since Mike was slightly taller and stronger than him, he simply couldn't drag him home by the ears. Only when Mike realized Fin was fretting, he was willing to go home. Their parents were already waiting for them and as always Mike was given priority. Both were lectured. When asked why they were late, Mike blurted out Fin didn't want to go home. Of course they believed Mike and Fin had to take the brunt of Coldham and Beverly's anger. "Mike, go to your room. Stay there until we call you." When Mike was out of earshot, Beverly told Fin: "We trusted you and you abused our believe in you. This is so disappointing. One thing is for sure you won't be going out alone for a long time. Now to your punishment: Three strokes on your underpants." Fin blanched. He had avoided the cane for a couple of months and had only received one stroke so far. Coldham had left the room to fetch the cane, while Beverly prepared Fin. He tried to escape and protested his innocence. Fin's mother didn't have patience for such nonsense, grabbed him by the arm, held him in place, pulled down his underpants and smacked each cheek twice. She then pulled up the garment and said: "Behave young man! If not the pants are coming down too." Fin was fighting with tears. It was all so unfair. He was angry and hurt. Fin couldn't understand why his parents wouldn't listen to him. Fin pleaded with Beverly to no avail. She warned him one last time to shut up or else... Fin didn't stop whining. Beverly had enough. She bent Fin over the arm rest of the sofa, her arm draped around his waist, so he couldn't move and with the other hand pulled down the briefs. Coldham returned and wasn't too pleased to find Fin bared. He could imagine what happened and his wife confirmed it. Fin was glad his mother held him in place. Otherwise he would have moved after each scorching stroke, which would have in turn displeased his parents. Fin tried to be good and not to make a lot of noise. He was partly successful, but he cried immediately after the first cut. When the last stroke had landed Fin was screaming at the top of his lungs, because the pain was so incredible. As soon as he was released from his mother's grip, he hopped from one foot to the other and rubbed his behind to ease the sting. He wouldn't accept any comfort from Coldham or Beverly. It took Fin a few minutes to calm down. He didn't believe it when he was told by his parents everything was forgiven and that they loved him.  In fact he hated them and couldn't wait to be left alone. When he was finally allowed to go, Fin went straight to his room to check out the tramlines he was sure he had. The marks were clearly visible. Fin knew he would have pain sitting down for a few days, before the angry welts would fade and go away within a week or so.
Mike had to stay on his room for the rest of the evening.
Fin ignored his parents and Mike for a while.


In the present Fin had finished his story. He was glad he could talk about the dream and what had happened. It was a relief. The drink made Fin sleepy, though, and soon Frieda and he were back to bed.

©2013