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her with me when I go. On one hand, she would be a great help to me. But whether or not she can be trusted is another kettle of fish entirely.
    Ned Beasley has been generous, in the adorning of my person with expensive jewels. This is not from affection, I fear, but the festooning up of a prized possession, to better show off his wealth and success.
    Nevertheless, this is now working to my advantage, as I go about turning these expensive gems and paste into the hard currency of the land. Soon I will have sufficient funds to make my much longed for escape, a reality.
    I am looking for a metropolis large enough to conceal me from the wrath of Ned Beasley. And have decided to set my sights on Toronto, more than two thousand miles away. It is reached by a long grueling rail journey of several days.
    Still, endure it I must. For I am not sure whether what I do is legal or not, despite the brutality from which I flee. While it is true that the jewels I have sold were my own, I still feel uneasy about how this would be regarded by the powers-that-be. I would prefer not to tempt fate by testing these particular shark-infested waters.
    Ned Beasley forced my head down on his thick cock last night and made me suck long and hard, while, all the while, I gagged and choked. When he finally erupted in a great long spurt of bitter tasting cum, it was a great relief.
    But that was not the end of my travails.
    No sooner had I wretched into the washbasin and washed my mouth out with a peppermint rinse than he grabbed my head most roughly from behind, and then bending over with his ass beaming into my face, ordered me to lick him well and save him pence on soap.
    And much though this tongue bathing of Beasley’s rectum was the worst abomination I’d been forced to perform to date, I knew better than to refuse even this most vile of practices.
    On Saturday he leaves the city to go on a short business trip to Victoria, and that’s when I’ll make my bid for freedom. May God bless my flight.
     
    * * * *
     
    “Oh darling.” April ran her hands through Holt’s flaxen hair.
    An unexpected snowfall had blanketed the streets and muffled the traffic noise. This added to their sense of total isolation from the rest of humanity.
    “I could never get enough of you,” she added lustfully, admiring his hard body. “You’re beautiful…”
    They reminisced about the first time they had made love, in the back seat of the cinema.
    “It was the most exciting piece of ass I’ve ever had,” Holt declared. “It was the moxie it took to fuck in a public place that truly made it zing.”
    “Amen to that.” April traced the line of his breastbone with her fingertips. She recalled how they were both quite tipsy or they would never
    have taken the risk.
     
    * * * *
     
    I cannot leave Vancouver without saying goodbye to Tom. For all through my travails he has been like a beacon that has shone for me in the darkness. Even although I have only seen him on a few occasions, the sweetness of these encounters is the nectar that has given me the strength to carry on.
    However, save for that blissful evening spent in the Rose Café, we have never seen each other outside of the tramcar. That is what I am resolved to change.
    As Tom lives with his widowed mother and sister, we cannot avail ourselves of his lodgings. Therefore, I rent a small room at the Bryce Hotel. And that is where I lead him after his long shift on the tram is over.
    How many times have I dreamed of this moment? I ask myself that question many times during the long blissful hours that follow. After the bestial cruelty of my husband, this darkly handsome boy is of angelic proportions.
    I keep the oil lamp turned down low to conceal the ugly marks that mar my pale skin. I feel a deep shame for having married such a brute, and then remained with him for the sake of financial security and social position.
    “That’s wonderful,” I encourage Tom, who makes up for in deep affection what he lacks