She sat back, staring at me, “You don’t want me anymore do you, Dina, you can’t be jealous surely? What have I done to upset you so much that you don’t love me anymore?” For chinese a moment, I was stunned, had I not explained properly, how could she think that. “You don’t know how japan wrong you are Dawn, it hurts me deeply that you should even think that, I do love you, with all my heart and I’m so happy for you, and for the gift you have and now the opportunity to take advantage of it but I will not stand in your way. Please believe me, I do love you and like I said, my home will always be your home. Now, I’m sorry love but we need to go, we do still have a gig tonight.” Sadness gripped my heart as she turned and asian walked off to the car, leaving me to gather our stuff. It was an awkward and silent drive home. The night’s gig was the first time that the spark between us was missing, the show was okay but the magic was missing, she smiled at the punters but not once at me, how I kept a brave face and a tremor out of my voice, I’ll never know. It turned out to be our last show together. “You coming to bed yet, Dawn?” I called from the bedroom. “Not just yet,” she answered. I didn’t check the time but it was well into the night when I woke, I reached to touch her but only found an empty space. I padded downstairs, she was on the sofa all wrapped in a blanket and fast asleep. For japanese an age I stood watching her, questioning, should I wake her, ask her again to come to bed or should I let her sleep? In the end, I fetched a bottle of brandy and spent the rest of the night sitting on the balcony, slowly getting pissed. I must have fallen asleep at some stage, with a thick head, I wandered into the kitchen and put the coffee maker on. I saw the blanket was gone from the living room, she wasn’t in the bedroom or bathroom. I panicked, shouting for her but was only met with silence. Then downstairs to the parking area, her car was gone. A check around the apartment soon showed that most of her stuff was gone. In desperation, I searched for a note from her but there was none. I don’t know how many hours it was that I lay on the sofa, for ages I cried until there were no tears left, then dry sobs shook my body. Sometime that afternoon, the doorbell woke me, “Fuck off!” I shouted, but the bell kept on ringing. It was my friend Romero. “Sorry pal, what can I do for you.” “Dina, my love, you look like hell, can I come in?” I waved him through. “I just came to tell you that I saw Dawn at the airport this morning, she was very upset but she wouldn’t answer me when I asked her what was wrong. Now I see the state you’re in, have you guys had a bust-up or something?” He was my buddy, so while all the time I cried, I told him all that had happened and that now she was gone. He’s a real softie is Romero, he cried as much as me. He suggested that I rang Peter, he might know where she was. Peter made all pussy the right noises but maintained that he knew nothing, why didn’t I believe him? Maybe he was too evasive, too ready with his denials, it just didn’t ring true. I had to admit, porn stories I read online had really exaggerated how much panties actually muffle noises, but at least pussy it was doing something. “You... like me?” I asked in a daze. There were some professors and other japanese staff in asian the group, too. It seeped from my mouth and ran down my chin. “I can't wait to see the commands I whispered take effect.” His mother moaned and pulled his hair. As I pushed it up along her slit a long low japan moan came from her. She looked surprised. “Oh, you’re confused. I didn’t know chinese if I was happy or sad. With my wrists still held together behind me, I am utterly unable to prevent even this simple device being fixed to my neck. Then she began to stand up.