Both of us got on tiptoe to minimise the pain in our n*****s. After about ten minutes, I could see that Belinda was trembling with the effort of staying on tiptoe.
“I can’t hold it much longer,” she said.
I saw beads of sweat on her brow. “It’s OK,” I said, “take a rest.”
Slowly, she lowered herself down onto her heels then grimaced as the pain in her n*****s increased.
“Jeez,” she said. “This really hurts.”
She was right. The pain in my own n*****s was intense. I tried to rise up even higher on my toes, but I knew I couldn’t keep that up for long.
“I’ve got to come down,” I said through gritted teeth five minutes later. “And unless you get up on your toes, the n****e pain is going to be excruciating.”
“I’ve got to get up anyway,” Belinda said. “This f*****g thing is digging into my
