Chapter Ten
All’s Well that Ends Hell
BJ
According to folklore (i.e. old Grateful Dead songs), it’s not the hanging that’s so bad, it’s the wait in jail beforehand. BJ could only hope that was the case. For the two-day interval until his wife’s ‘rape-date’ passed in an intolerable agony of anxiety.
It didn’t help that they were all abstaining.
Performing orally or submitting to drilling at all hours might at least have distracted him, passed the time, eased his addiction to s****l subjugation. Unfortunately not only were his deities remaining chaste, they’d forbidden his use by Brenda and the other maids too. Hell, no one even bothered to whip him until he ‘accidentally’ broke a glass cleaning up after dinner. Then guilt over this dishonesty only added to his torments.
Suspense thick
