2 comments/ 20020 views/ 0 favorites The Letter K By: tigerprawn The Letter K is the fourth chapter in my ongoing series of "cum shot" stories (i.e. quick and straight to the point reads) "Remembering the Alphabet" The Letter K: His lips crushed against mine in a way that was misjudged and not pleasurable. And this was how I met K. I was on holiday with friends and in a local bar when I had turned and walked straight into this situation. I didn't even see K until he pulled back from this impromptu clinch. It transpired that he had been admiring me from afar and his friends had thus dared him to come over and kiss me. Of course I had then literally walked into the situation. As he and his friends introduced themselves and explained I found my smile growing. "Well, if you're going to fulfil a dare you'd better do it properly." I grinned and pulled him to me, kissing him slowly and letting his tongue slip in and explore my mouth. He was a cute guy, smooth dark skin, athletic build, deep brown eyes and soft plump lips. It also happened that he was the first black man I had ever kissed, which only lead to more intrigue on my part. I had a very strong urge to see him naked and explore his ebony exterior. I like to think of myself as a student of the human body and I love nothing more than studying new things. After a few minutes of kissing at the edge of the dance floor his friends stopped cheering us on and started moving away. He didn't notice immediately but after a few minutes stopped to look around, finally looking back at me. I smiled with a raised eyebrow. "You want to find a seat?" He grinned widely and pulled me down to an empty booth near where we stood. I slid across into the dark corner until I was wedged between K and the wall. We kissed again, our tongues exploring each other's mouths as his hands started to explore my body. I ran my hand up the back of his neck and into his short hair, enjoying a new tactile sensation. He ran a hand up under my vest, squeezing my breast and pinching my nipple through my bra. I murmured with pleasure and kissed him more intensely, pushing my body to him. He hesitated for a moment before moving his hand down to my thigh and running it up under my skirt, stroking my pussy through my knickers. This continued for some time, until he could be in no doubt about how wet he was making me. Panting he pulled back and smiled "my hotel is just up the beach..." The beach, promenade and hotel lobby seemed to pass in haze and before I knew it we were at his room. As soon as the door was opened he pulled me inside and into another clinch, this time his hands finding my ass and pulling me tight to him. His hard cock was pressing against me, making me groan with anticipation. He pulled back to look around, I realised to check that no none else was there – the room had three beds and he was obviously sharing with his friends. "When are you expecting your friends back?" I asked. He shook his head "I'm not actually sure... they all have keys.." I grinned, taking his hand. "The bathroom will have a lock" I started towards the bathroom door pulling the grinning fool along with me. As soon as the door was locked he as on me. His mouth over mine, tongue forceful. He broke back for a second to lift off my vest and mutter "you're so fucking hot!" I giggled and backed myself to the counter, grabbing purchase and lifting myself up onto the counter next to the sink. My legs now spread, K's grin widened. Advancing on me he swiftly removed my knickers and started kissing my shoulders. As his mouth explored my skin he slid two fingers into me, making me moan lightly. With one hand fucking me and the other behind my neck, he held me in place as he nipped at my breasts. Panting, I reached around and unhooked my bra letting it fall so that he could reach my nipples, his soft lips moving down to nuzzle at them. His wet mouth on my nipple and fingers moving inside me was making me wetter by the second. "Oh god, fuck me!" I pleaded, wanting him inside me. He stepped back, his breath ragged. I watched as he stripped off his t-shirt, his tight body was beautiful. I reached forward, running my hands over the smooth skin of his shoulders as he unzipped his jeans and pulled them down revealing an intimidatingly large cock. I grinned in anticipation as he grabbed a condom and rolled it on slowly, watching me licking my lips. I was so wet and turned on that I knew even his huge cock would slide into me with ease. "I'm so fucking wet..." I told him, starting to play with my own nipples. He grinned back at me and strode back to me, grabbing my ass in a swift motion and pulling me to the edge of the counter top. He entered me slowly, letting me savour his size as I wrapped my legs around him and angled myself back on the counter so that he could go as deep as possible and let my clit press against him. He held my hips tight as he slowly pumped into me. With each slow and delicate thrust I grew wetter, wanting him to fuck me hard. Reading my mind K very gradually quickened his pace. Each thrust going deeper, almost to the point of pain. "You've got such a tight pussy baby..." he panted. "I fucking love it!". I smiled at the compliment I had heard more than once. I put one hand to the back of his neck, still angling back and riding his thrusts. I started to clench my muscles, gripping his cock inside me. He let out a low groan and responded my fucking me harder. As his thrusts slammed into me I could feel my swollen clit growing all the more explosive. "Harder!" I cried, feeling his huge cock pulling out a little farther each time so that he could thrust back into me all the harder. "Fuck yes!" I yelled, now being fucked so hard that I could barely breath. A few thrusts later and I came, it was quite a sudden, the kind that you can building up but they still take you completely by surprise. My legs tensed around him and then relaxed as he fucked me through my climax. "That's it baby, milk me..." he carried on thrusting until the waves of my climax passed. Then he pulled out and pulled off the condom, pumping his cock hard for a few more seconds and then finally shooting his load all over my tits. As soon as he came I pulled him back towards me, pressing my sticky body to his as he relaxed against me, his legs no doubt as weak as mine were feeling. I kissed him deeply then moved my lips to his shoulders, tasting his sweat. We fucked in that bathroom most of the night, through his friends coming back and their subsequent snores. I've been with other black men since, all shapes and sizes, but to this day, K was the most beautiful with the biggest cock and the softest lips. The Letter Opener It's about 4:30 am on Monday morning. I have been working 12 hour shifts for 2 weeks, we try to talk but I am so tired all the time. It's like all I have time for is to eat sleep and work. As I walk in the door I can feel something is different, but I am to tired to worry about it. I go into the kitchen and find the left over supper, grab a quick bite to eat, taking off my shirt I toss it down the laundry chute, realizing how much I smell from working so many hours in a hot factory. I go into the master bathroom and take a hot relaxing shower, letting the stress from my day drain form my body. Just as I am finishing shaving at the sink you walk in. I can tell by your attitude that your not happy right now, We start talking about how I need to spend more time at home, instead of working so much. I explain to you again that I don't have a choice, cars are selling good right now and I try to get out of working over, but ever since they got forced overtime in the contract I cannot say no. Even as I tell you this I know it's not going to make a difference. You walk around behind me laying your self against my back, putting your arms around my chest, I take my hands and rub them along your hips reaching back behind you I gently rub your ass. You step back from me and quickly grab my hands, slipping your handcuffs on me and locking them. I know what your wanting to do, and I want to, But I am so tired. I ask you to wait till we have time to really enjoy this, You respond by telling me to be quiet and tonight has nothing to do with my enjoyment or pleasure, just yours. You reach into the drawer under the sink and pull out a blindfold. Seeing it there makes me wonder how long you have had this planned, and it also tell me that there's no way I am getting out of it. Since we have been living together for the last 5 years we have tried a lot of things both in the bedroom and out. One thing I do know is no matter what idea you come up with next we both seem to enjoy it. So I give into you, willing, wanting to experience whatever you have planned. You place the blindfold over my eyes and lead me into the bedroom, As my legs hit the bed you tell me to lay on my stomach, You crawl up on my back and unlock the handcuffs, you then tell me you roll over and you raise yourself up just high enough to do what you say. You take my hands one at a time and tie them to the bedposts, Then you do the same to my feet. My cock is rock hard by now, sticking almost straight up from my body. I feel you get off of me and then off of the bed, next thing I hear is the bedroom door open then close. Thinking to myself that you left me there alone with this raging hard on, and knowing there is no way I am gonna go to sleep now. I am into this, I want this...NOW and you know it. can't see or hear anything in our bedroom, My body starts fighting the restraints, trying to get lose so I can find you so I can get inside you. I hear you giggling in the corner and I realize you have been there the entire time, watching, observing me. seeing the expressions on my face, the reactions my body is having to the blindfold and restraints. I feel you as you lean against the bed, suddenly you take all of my cock down your throat, then just as quickly you take it out, it's so fast my face doesn't show the pleasure of you deep throating me until your standing up again. I moan out loud and beg you to do that again. You order me to be quiet, not to speak or make any sound until you give me permission. You have something with a point and your dragging it over my chest hard, I don't know what it is. It feels almost like a finger nail but colder, you can see the look on my face you know I cannot tell what it is, To relax me a bit more you tell me it's the letter opener from your desk. The one with the wooden handle that I always seem to play with when I visit you. I can feel you tracing lines all over my body with it, dragging it for awhile then picking it up and starting over someplace else. I feel you drag it up the inside of my thigh's, wondering how high up you'll go, would you dare drag it up over my balls and up the shaft of my cock, knowing how sensitive I am there, I ask myself if I want you to, I wonder if I should ask you to stop, not even sure I want you to stop This is your game but were both enjoying it very much. Soon I feel the letter opener come into contact with my balls, you slow way down but do not decrease the pressure, keeping it steady you move it all over my balls. This is incredible I think to myself, I have never experienced anything like this. Then ever so slowly you bend your head down and take me all the way down your throat again. You keep your head there for about 30 seconds or so then you slowly raise your head off of me, releasing my cock from your mouth. I hope you bite me some on your way back up, but for some reason you choose not too. Then I feel the letter opener on me again, seems like you started in exactly the same place you left off with it on my balls, you bring it up higher, it's at the base of my cock now, slowly you bring it up the shaft, although it seems impossible, I think my cock is getting harder as you do this, growing longer and thicker, I feel your wet tongue following the point of the letter opener, leaving a line of saliva, as you run them all over the shaft of my cock, You lift my cock just a bit so you car trace a line all the way around the head, again your tongue follows. I feel the tip of the letter opener leave my cock and trace up along my chest, I feel the bed shift as you stand up, I am hoping you don't leave me like this again, hoping you'll keep running the letter opener all over me, but that stops as well. I hear you stepping lightly on the floor walking away from the bed, I hear some slight movement's I can't tell what it is though. I lay perfectly still barely breathing , trying to hear more of what your doing, trying to find some clue as to what to expect next. but you give nothing away. Again you get on the bed. I can feel you crawling around I can smell your pussy before you lower it to my face, You must be looking down at me and seeing the look my desire to taste you is bringing to my face. You tell me I cannot taste you yet, you want me to just smell how excited you are, A drop of your cum hits me on the chin, I slowly move my tongue out to see if I can scoop it up and bring it up to my mouth. you see this and scold me for it, reminding me that you said NO and that I am to leave it there. Your weight is shifting again. Once more you take my cock deep into your throat. I can feel your nose touching my balls. This time as you bring it back up you drag your teeth along the shaft, you drag them just a little bit harder than you usually do, but I like it. You raise yourself back up and ask me what I want, all I can say is taste, I want to taste you please let me taste you. Then you slowly bring your pussy down lower, you tell me I may stick my tongue out and lick you now. I stretch my tongue out but there's nothing there. you lower yourself just enough so I can touch you with my tongue, my tongue keeps searching for your clit but your not low enough for me to reach it. I can just barely reach your pussy, too have it so close yet not to be able to bury my tongue inside you, not to spoon your juice out with my tongue is almost more than I can handle, looking down you see my cock twitching with desire. then suddenly you push your pussy down against my face, grinding it all over me, spreading your cum all over my face. my tongue is buried deep inside you coaxing more cum from your twat. bending your head down you take me back into your mouth, not like before just one stroke all the way down then back up, your as ready as I am. All this teasing and testing has gone on long enough for both of us. Your mouth attacks my cock, sucking and biting up and down the entire length. You hold my cock in your hand as you take it out of your mouth, You tell me that you want me to cum deep in your mouth, that you want to feel my cum shoot into your throat. I simply nod in reply, as I was not given permission to speak. You lower your head back down to my cock, I can feel the urgency in you from the way you suck me, My face is soaked with your cum, I am trying to catch it all but I cannot. Then you take my cock deep in your throat and you start to humm I can feel the vibrations from your voice box as you do this, I cannot hold back any longer my cock swells just one more time then I begin shooting inside your throat. Three, four, five spurts of cum erupt from my cock each one seems longer and stronger than the last. Totally spent my body collapses, barely able to breathe let alone speak. All that goes thru my mind is..WOW that was incredible. Slowly you untie the restraints from my arms and legs, then you reach up and take off the blind fold, seeing you for the first time in what seems like hours since we started this, I see the pleasure and satisfaction on your face. As I start to get up I say I am gonna go wash up and get ready for bed. You then tell me to leave your cum on my face, that you want me to be able to smell and taste you there all day tomorrow while I am at work. I look at you in a kind of confused way and ask you why, you simply say "as an incentive to try to get home at a decent hour for a change", then you smile and we both start laughing. the next day I leave for work at my normal time, you walk in from work and find my note on the table. "Angel, last night was incredible, I will try to be home earlier this evening. Love, Me" The Letter Opener "I mean it! I'll kill myself! I'll do it if you leave me!" I pressed the sharp point of the letter opener between my breasts. I could feel the cold point of the steel blade through my sweater. She stared at me in horror. She knew I meant it. I glanced down at my wrists, and her gaze followed mine. The scars were healed, but still visible. Yes, she knew that I meant it. "No, honey, don't do it!" she pleaded. "I won't leave. I won't leave you. Not right now. Not today. Please put down the blade, okay?" I felt the carved ivory of the handle of the letter opener in my hand, cold and smooth and tactile. It had been my grandmother's. I always kept it sharp. It felt clammy in my hand, slick with my sweat. Slowly, I took it from my breast and dropped it to the living room floor. She rushed forward and wrapped her arms around me, and pulled my head to her chest, comforting me. I pressed my face into her breasts, and sobbed. "It's okay, honey. It's okay. I'll stay. I'll stay for awhile. I love you, you know." She patted the back of my head. "But you said you were leaving me. You said you were leaving! I can't live without you. I can't. I won't!" I sobbed, dampening her blouse with my tears. She patted my hair and pulled me close. "I'll stay the night. We'll discuss it in the morning. You'll feel better then." I pulled my face from her bosom. "But you'll still leave? I'll kill myself as soon as you walk out the door, I swear I will!" "Now, darling, you have to promise me that you won't do anything like that. Promise me, okay?" Her eyes searched mine, looking for confirmation, looking for a promise. "No!" I screamed, pulling back from her. "I won't promise. I won't!" I started to look around on the floor for the letter opener. I won't face the world without her! She pulled me back into her embrace, and kissed me on the mouth. I love her kisses. As her tongue parted my lips, I felt myself melt into her embrace, just as I always do. My will was meaningless. She is my everything. Soon my arms were around her, and hers were around me, her hands on my ass, kneading it the way I love. I reached up and stroked her face. She leaned in and kissed the tears from my cheek. I forgot all about the letter opener, forgot about spilling my blood all over the floor of the apartment. "Let's go to bed," she whispered into my ear. "I know what will make you feel better." She took my hand and led me to the bedroom. As we walked down the hallway to the bedroom, I suddenly thought back to the first time we had made love, many years ago. How we had first met. We had been standing at a bus stop together, in the pouring rain, and I had forgotten my wallet. I had been looking through my purse furiously, swearing. "Do you need a dollar?" she had asked me, a stranger. "You don't want to walk in this downpour." "Thank you, thank you!" I had said, grateful for her offer. "I'll pay you back, I promise." "Oh, it's just a dollar. Don't worry about it!" she laughed. But the next day, I waited at the bus stop to pay her back. I always keep my promises. She was touched. We went out for coffee. We talked, we laughed, we touched. Then we went to her place and made love like crazed teenagers. "You're crazy!" she had said. "It's just a dollar!" "No, it isn't," I had told her. "It's a promise. And it's the start of a beautiful relationship." She had nodded in agreement. Now, we stood at the foot of the bed in our own apartment, embraced, and kissed some more. Then she grabbed the waistband of my sweater and pulled it up over my head. I reached back and unclasped my bra, shrugged it off. There was still a tiny indentation where the point of the letter opener had pressed against the skin between my breasts. Then I started unbuttoning her blouse, gradually revealing the pale skin of her chest. I love her beautiful skin. Soon we were both naked, but still standing, embracing, kissing. Oh, how I love her kisses! I moaned slightly, and felt my knees getting week. I raised my chin, let her lips ravage my neck.... We moved to the bed. It was a large four-poster, covered with a fluffy floral comforter. We lay down, side by side, and continued to embrace and caress each other. Her hands, her soft fingers and palms, found my most sensitive places, my most needful parts. Every part of me that she touched, my thighs, my hips, my ribs, came alive. I am alive under her touch! And I am dead without her. Doesn't she understand that? She cannot leave! There would be nothing left of me. I am a corpse without her. I am dust. I am gone. She must know that! Her mouth found my neck again; she nibbled my throat, my shoulders, my arms. She buried her mouth between my breasts, nuzzling the soft skin, healing the tiny indentation from the point of the letter opener. She looked up at me, and I saw the love in her eyes. She would never leave me. Never! I just knew it. She raised herself up, and turned around. I was on my back, and she straddled me, facing downward. She nuzzled my ribs, my tummy, my hips. Lower, and lower, she advanced toward my sex. She pushed my thighs apart, and sweetly kissed my mound. She kissed my thighs, left and right, up and down, before returning to my groin, kissing me full on my lower lips. She wrapped her arms around my thighs, and pulled my crotch up to her mouth. Her lips met mine, met in sweet embrace, as they always do; as I need them to do. God, how I love her! Her legs straddled my face, and I pulled her to my mouth. How I love the smell, the taste, the texture of her! Clean and crisp, yet musky and smoldering, her sex, her essence, makes me complete. It makes me whole. I sucked it to me, I licked it, I loved it, I pressed my tongue inside of her. I tasted her lips, her walls, her soft nether embrace. All the while, her mouth was on my sex. Her teeth, her tongue, her lips, were on me. They loved me, they caressed me, they devoured me. They took all volition from me, they consumed me, they engulfed me! Her tongue traced the contours of my labia, from my clit to my anus, and back up again on the other side. Up and down, around and around, she loved me and lavished me with the caresses of her tongue, her lips, her teeth. Her breasts, and her crinkly nipples, pressed into my abdomen as her mouth worshipped my essence. I pressed my face deeper into her groin, her sex, her nexus of love, as she gave me pleasures beyond description. She rose off me and turned back around. She wanted to kiss me on my mouth. I pounced on her, pinning her on her back, and attacked her mouth with my own. Sweet, loving, biting, needful kisses! Hands and fingers entwined, panting and moaning and laughing and smiling. Our love for each other expressed itself through our bodies, our eyes, our souls. I sat up, and looked down at her; her beautiful face, her beautiful body. She was smiling. So was I. But then I stopped smiling; she had said she was leaving. I was fooling myself. "You can't leave me," I said softly. "Honey, I have to leave. You are driving me crazy. The sex is intense, and the good times are great, but your moods! You have no control. You have no perspective. I love you but I can't be with you. I have to get out now, before I lose my nerve. Before I lose myself. I am sorry." I closed my eyes. I felt my heart begin to race again, felt the pounding in my temples. "I'll kill myself," I said softly, slowly, deliberately. "The moment you walk out the door, I'll take the letter opener and slash my wrists again, and then I'll plunge it into my heart. I won't live without you. I really won't." I opened my eyes and stared deeply into hers. She gazed back, unblinking. "Let's talk about it tomorrow," she said. She reached out a hand and stroked my thigh. The electricity of her touch ran through me, traveled up to my groin. She continued to stroke. She could see that it was making me horny all over again. "Let me finish you off, okay? You were close to an orgasm. Let me give you the best one of your life. Would you like that?" It's true, I'm intense. I have no control. And I love the orgasms she gives me with her mouth! Maybe, I kidded myself, if I let her give me this orgasm, she'll see how good we have it. Maybe then she won't leave. Maybe she'll remember. I was a fool. I stretched out on my back, and spread my legs, raising my knees. I propped a pillow below my head so I could watch her work. She knelt between my legs, and flashed me her beautiful smile. She is so beautiful! She stroked my inner thighs with both of her hands, her beautiful, soft, loving hands. Electric currents ran up and down, from my ankles to my hips. Then she pressed my legs ever so gently apart, and bent her sweet face to my sex. Her lips formed a beautiful rosebud, and pressed the gentlest of kisses onto my thigh. Then she kissed her way up and down, up and down, both of my legs. On each trip, she got closer and closer to me. Finally, gently, lovingly, she planted her dainty kiss on my sex, already parted and glistening. I moaned with pleasure, with anticipation. She pressed her tongue into me, a stiff little pink tube. She flicked it back and forth, up and down, making little scrolling motions deep inside of me. She gradually worked her way up my slit, toward my clit. Before she reached it, though, she worked her way back down. Then back up, and down, and up once more. Each time, she came closer and closer to my clit, but always avoided contact with it. I was moaning and sweating and quaking with pleasure. I had forgotten all about our argument. What a fool! Finally, she brought her tongue to my clit, and gave it the gentlest little flick. I screamed! She waited for me to calm down, then gave me another flick, and another. But she never let me approach an orgasm. Then, she pressed her tongue down on my clit with a firm, even pressure; not enough to send me over my wall, but enough to generate a warm, continuous buzz. And she brought her finger, her soft, loving finger, and placed it inside me. I felt it enter me, gently, lovingly. She slowly rotated it, poked it in and out, caressed my sugar walls. The she turned her hand palm up, and began crooking her finger inside of me. The pressure of her tongue on my clit increased, and the flicking motion began again, slowly and steadily. My heart was racing and my breath was a short, panting gasp. She flicked and crooked and worked me into a churning frenzy of sexuality. I could feel the orgasm welling up inside of me. She knew exactly where I was on my path of pleasure; she knew my body well, and all of my responses and tells. She brought me close to the edge, and then backed off, letting me calm down, before starting again. She took me to the edge, closer and closer each time, over and over. I lost count of the mountains of pleasure that we climbed together. Finally, she increased her rhythm and her pressure. I knew that this was it; this was the final mountain on our climb of passion. Her finger and her tongue worked in perfect unison, boiling my blood and scrambling my emotions. My body was sizzling; my brain was no more than an observer. She brought me up, up, up to the edge of eternity. And then.... And then she stopped! She lifted her face and pulled out her finger. I looked at her in horror! My body was quaking, my flesh was trembling, my blood was boiling. I was in such need that I thought I would die. I stared at her. She stared back. "Finish me! For God's sake, finish me!" "Will you kill yourself if I leave you?" she asked evenly. "What?" My mind was reeling. What was going on? "I won't finish you until you promise me that you won't kill yourself when I leave you," she said calmly. Sweat was pouring off my scalp. I felt as if my heart would explode. My soul was balanced on a knife edge; I need release! I need my orgasm. "Yes, yes, I promise! Anything! Just finish me, please!" "Say it: Say you won't kill yourself when I leave." "I won't kill myself! I won't kill myself! Just do it, just finish me, oh my fucking God..." "Remember that," she said, looking me in the eye. Then she inserted her finger back inside of me, and stroked her tongue against my clit with a firm, steady beat. It only took a few seconds, a few strokes, a few licks, and I felt the waves of orgasm rock my world. I fell off from the knife edge, I tumbled down the cliff, I floated in thin air. My soul turned inside out and I screamed with pleasure. She waited while I recovered, then crawled up into my arms. We embraced, belly to belly, and fell asleep. I awoke in the night. She was in my arms, spooning up against me, fast asleep. She was so beautiful. She still is! I knew I couldn't go back to sleep. She had tricked me! She knew I can't break my word. She knew what a promise means to me. The bitch had tricked me! She used my love for her, and my need, to trick me. Now what could I do? Lying there in the blackness, holding my beloved, I was consumed by my dilemma. I can't live without her, but she won't live with me. I would kill myself without remorse, without hesitation, if she left me, but for my promise. Damn that bitch! Maybe I can convincer her to stay? Maybe I can fool her that I would break my word? No, I thought, she would never believe that. She knows me too well. She is going to leave, and I'll be alive, alone, and I will never see her again. I am doomed! Why, oh why, did you trick me like that? I gave her a little squeeze, my conniving little bitch, my love. She squirmed a bit in her sleep, but I patted her hair and whispered soft words in her ear. She calmed and slipped deeper into her slumber. Oh, what can I do? Then the solution struck me like a thunderbolt. It was so obvious! Why didn't I think of it sooner? It was simple, elegant, perfect. I slipped gently out of bed, careful not to wake my darling. I went into the living room momentarily, then returned to the bedroom. I did what had to be done, and then went to sleep, holding my beloved in my arms. In the morning, the sunlight streamed in through the window, caressing our skin. I was happy. I thought about making a nice pot of tea for breakfast. I looked down at her beautiful face, and brushed a wayward hair out of her eyes. I carried her into the living room and placed her on the chaise. She is so beautiful. I could look at her forever. I am so glad that she is not going to leave me. I'll get her some clothes soon, but for now I enjoy the sight of her beautiful naked body in the morning light. Her skin is a pale alabaster. A slight trace of blood trickles out from between her breasts, from where the ivory handle of the letter opener sticks out between her ribs. She will never leave me, and we will be happy together for a long, long time.