This is becoming a Sunday evening ritual. I am currently sitting in my car outside the masochist's place waiting for the appointed time before I knock on her door. I have spent some time in preparation, coming up with creative ways to torment her body and psyche. I hope to not let her down.
I am reminded for some reason of a tv commercial that aired when I was a young boy.
Sunday, a day of rest, a day of prayer.
Where will I go next?
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