A Doms Tale of Forbidden Love and Obsession The LAST chapter "Try not to move Cate." "I'm sorry Doug." "I'm sorry too. Thank god you're not seriously hurt." "My car is a write off." "So I heard." We drove in silence for a minute or two. "Do you want another Yaris or would you prefer a pick-up truck? A pick-up truck would make more sense, business-wise." "Can it be black?" "No. Pink. Girly pink." I said. "Fuck off." I smiled. At least her spirit wasn't broken. * The next day we drove to her parent's house. She pointed to what she wanted packed up. It included synthesizers, keyboards, amps, speakers, a laptop and a whole lot of cable. All of that was going to go into the third bedroom. Her wardrobe was predictably almost all black. Most of her jewelry was that kooky silver stuff with skulls and crossbones. She hesitated before asking me to pack it up. Her clothes and stuff would go into the second bedroom. There was a box in the back of her closet she asked me to retrieve. I noticed there was something pink and rubbery inside, definitely destined for our bedroom. She was only off work for two days. Hurting and banged up she carried on in the shop. The same rules applied. The shop swan remained professional with a good work ethic. The house swan a brilliant, but demented whacko. And a good cook. Unfortunately for the next week or so, there was no sex. The broken ribs just hurt too much. …and then things took a turn
