Meltwater - Writing - Bingo Voyeur

Colin Jones was erect beneath the table. It was not the excitement of needing one more number to win that had caused the swelling. It was the sexual fantasy drifting through his mind, involving the woman sat facing him on the opposite table. In his head they were together in one of the gent's cubicles downstairs, writhing in lustful pleasure. Her long skirt was hitched up around her plump waist, her front crushed up tight against him as she forced herself hard upon him. His hands clawed into her podgy sides, whilst hers splayed out across the cold blue tiles of the lavatory wall. Their moans filled the toilets, free from the worry of discovery; they were locked in for the night. They moved together faster, he took a tight hold of her long curly blond hair, mouthing her name. "House!' She screamed, the loud cry shaking him from his imagination.

His fantasy partner had won the real game of bingo. "Well done Sue!" He mumbled to her, embarrassed as she smiled at him briefly. It was not her smile that had embarrassed him, but the unsightly bulge in his trousers. She was waving happily as she looked away from him towards the stage which held the bingo caller. He struggled to make the pressing lump more comfortable in his trousers. He was sure she could not see it below the table as in her direction he could see only her lower tight clad calves, therefore her view in his direction would be the same. It was not only for her benefit that he adjusted himself, but so that the people sat on the tier above him would not be amused at the firmly pitched trouser tent. It was also causing him discomfort, as he was wearing his tight jeans.

She was sat on her usual table with her usual Tuesday night friends, otherwise, he would have sat with her. He had remembered earlier that her friends would be with her, as they were on every Tuesday and Thursday. Monday, and Saturday were the nights that she always came on her own, and they were the times that he would normally be there. It wasn't the same. Not being sat with her made him disinterested in the bingo game that began again as soon as her winning claim had been checked by a surly and slow moving steward. He came to play only to see her. It had cost him a fortune, as his luck was yet to win him a substantial amount of money.

He had kept it from his friends and family, who were all too well to do, to be playing bingo. He had brought it up vaguely in numerous conversations, only to have it sneered and belittled by his pompous colleagues and relations. In one way though he was glad to have the escape from their stuffy world and ideals. The bingo hall was a slice of real life for him. The people there were quaint in their commonness, earthy and real.

The one that he wanted to be the most real was Sue, his long time fantasy love. He could not understand his infatuation with her. She was twice his young twenty years, at least. She was also on the large side, and her taste in clothes reflected it. Pink, woollen, hand knitted jumpers and straight pressed blue skirts were her usual dress; reborn nightly from her long and dirty ochre raincoat. After her slow and deliberate removal of the coat it was neatly folded and placed in the seat next to her to keep it free. She was not the kind of person he would have looked at twice six months earlier; if anything, he would have been quite sarcastic and hateful if someone had joked that he would want her the way he did now. He could not understand his infatuation as being anything more than physical, he barely knew her as a person, and what he did know about her did not enamour him any more towards her. It was her face that attracted him. He could not explain it, but it shone, out-glowing her dowdy clothes and large sagging body. Her face lit him with a passion that had usurped his hither too taste of young, slim and fit, making him see her as the ultimate model of sexual desirability.

The first time he had seen her was the first time that he had attended the old bingo hall. He had been reluctantly dragged along to the ornate, electric mint, Victorian building by an old girlfriend in the dying days of their brief romance. They had sat amongst the multiple rowed seats of the downstairs of the building, and at half time he wandered off from his nattering partner to explore the balcony. It was up there that he first saw Sue, sat on her own provocatively chewing the tip of a large red bingo marker. In that instant he was glad that his romance was a dying one, and that evening after his virgin bingo trip he had said good-bye to his partner for the last time.

They had parted underneath the glowing front of the building, as a fine autumnal drizzle prowled down through the radiant lights that lit up the tall club. It was as good a place as any to finish what had been a long time on the wane. It had been fortunately well mannered, she had obviously felt the same antipathy as him. It was not seeing Sue which made up his mind to part with his girlfriend; she was hardly noticed as there were plenty of younger and more attractive women at the tiered club. Indeed, he had spent the remainder of that first night checking out just that section of the clubs membership, having practically forgotten about the pen sucking, middle aged, future obsession that he had seen in the front row of the balcony.

He sat looking at her. Her face was flushed with the excitement of just winning. The hot red of her face was highlighted down the one side by a crisp and sharp blue, thrown from the neon 'bar' sign below the top of the tall stage. The light's travels across the open pit of the downstairs level to the front row of the balcony was interrupted only by the columns of slowly rising cigarette smoke from the many geometrically laid out tables below him. He liked sitting in the front row of the balcony, elbow sticking out into space over the lined edge, as it gave him a commanding view of the people milling around about thirty foot below him.

The game stopped once more as a shout came from the level of the club below the balcony. The shrill voice of an old woman had shattered the silence, letting loose a slow and growing breath from everyone who had not won, followed by mass conversation from all during the short space that it took to check the winning claim.
The lulls between shouts were his favourite time, that was when they would normally talk and joke with each other about the game just played, and in the longer times about themselves. Not when she was with her friends though, like this evening.

Her two female friends were sat with their backs to him, so as he could see Sue through the empty space between them. The four of them were like a diamond, with himself facing her, both sat in the middle of a three person long chair. A table separated Sue from her friends, who were both sat on either end of the three seater. Colin's table backed directly onto the back of the chair were the two elderly old woman sat. His table was squeezed onto the end of the row which stood joined and perpendicular to the edge of the balcony. It was as if it had been added as an after thought, for people who disliked facing their companions.

The pattern carried on upwards in steps, climbing away from the gap and front stage, until the rows of tables reached to just below the tall ceiling. Once he had walked right up to the top back row of the balcony, just to look. He was able to touch the ceiling from their, unlike the front row of the balcony which was about fifty foot below the level that he had inquisitively visited. The stage and caller were tiny below him at the opposite end of the long and high hall. In a moment of dreamlike fantasy he had wanted to leap from there and glide down on the thermals created by the rising cigarette smoke.

Although with her friends, she would occasionally speak to him over the heads of her companions. He did not know her two companions, they never bothered to join in the conversation when they realised Sue was not talking to them. They would both half turn their greying permed heads towards the centre of the gap between them, a pair of inquisitive eyes momentarily surrounding his view of her. Then they would make a barely observable shrug and turn their heads the opposite directions, one to the stage, the other to the feet of the table on the next step. It was as though they did not want to look like they were listening to the conversation between them. They did listen though, intently.

During the current lull Sue looked at him and mocked, "huh, not 'aving much luck tonight are you? Pr'aps you should come over by 'ere and give me a rub, see if it comes to you. A good rub mind, you 'aven't 'ad a shout in 'ears 'ave you?" Her voice was soft but forceful, her deep Welsh accent sending cramps to his stomach.

He smiled, trying to act normal while a wave of lust and shame welled in his cheeks and chest. He replied playfully, with a deep sucking sound to start. "Ooof! I should be so lucky."

The friend on the left sniggered whilst she looked out into the belly of the hall, cigarette smoke puffing outwards from her lips to mingle with the thick air hanging through the space. Her shoulders rolled as she brought the cigarette back up to her lips. The other one tutted, and muttered under her breath, "disgraceful."

Sue heard the comment and scowled playfully at her friend. "Oh Hilda, don't be such an old prude. If I can't 'ave a bit a fun with me toy boy then what is the world coming too, aye?"

Colin smiled at her, blushing slightly and feeling quite inadequate, he was unable to complement the older woman who he wanted so much. It was not that he was shy. He'd had many girlfriends in the relatively short time that he had been engaged in the pursuit of loose sex; the problem was that they had all been about his own age. He'd felt comfortable to charm with them, a state which was the stark opposite to his flirtations with Sue. His embarrassed discomfort had manifested itself as an inability to make a definite move on her. Colin had not had this trouble before, it was a lethal cocktail of tension, wanting her and feeling unable to take her. He sensed that there was a mutual sexual urge between each of them, with her inability coming from the fact that he was young enough to be her son. Both of them toyed with each other through innuendo and playfulness, but the impossibility of anything more physical left him confused, and made him more and more uncomfortable with himself.

He could only guess at her feelings towards him, it seemed as though she wanted him, but she was secretive and in control. Her age and temperament made him feel that he was trapped, she controlled his life and barely knew about it. The odds seemed stacked against his ever being able to get it together with her. To top it all he had discovered that she was married.

The break in the game finished with him and Sue smiling at each other, while the two friends stared of in different directions. It was enough to re-ignite the hard-on that had subsided only moments earlier. Seconds after Sue's words the bingo caller had announced the start of a new game and reeled of the first couple of numbers in his thick baritone voice. The chaos of speech that had erupted after the last shout quickly subsided as the game started. She had looked away on the instant the game began.

He cursed his crushed, uncomfortable member for its inability to remain flaccid at the slightest smile from the woman he waited to use it on. His face filled red as he thought of some way of controlling his hyper sensitive extensions, head down staring intently at the rows of numbers on his bingo card. The only solution he could think of was to have her, and the sooner the better, as she was no spring chicken. He did have a threshold of age that he would not cross, and Sue was borderline.

All this lust was to much of a distraction, he had already missed two numbers by the time the line had been called, so he spent the brief break rechecking his numbers off the big, red lighted, display board above the distant stage. Sue chatted once more to her two friends, as if she and Colin had never met. He managed to catch up on his numbers by the time the silence had fallen again and the game continued, the mental acrobatics had been enough to subside the raging below. If he was to keep it that way then he must keep his mind on the bingo, at least that was his intention. When ever he looked up at the dipping cleavage opposite his face swelled, his mind raced, numbers shot past his ears and his boxer shorts tightened. Why do her boobs have to be so freckled and large, he thought to himself. He loved her freckles, and he loved her drooping chest even more. He longed for the day that they would become acquainted.

It was only by chance that they had first become acquainted. Weeks after he had finished with his last girlfriend he had found himself with a free night. That morning he had received the membership card from the bingo club. His girlfriend had made him fill in the membership form when they first went there, anticipating further outings to the club in the hope of rekindling some sort of mutual interest between them.

He had forgotten all about it, and was surprised when he opened the envelope and discovered its contents. It came with vouchers for free games and drinks, so being the sort of person that couldn't pass up a bargain he decided to go. His family had been giving him trouble all day, moaning that his job in a photographic lab was beneath him. They were unhappy that he had not gone to college like his elder solicitor brother. He did not care for their lofty complaints, he had good money in his pocket (he had almost finished paying for his car), and bright prospects. He hated students anyway, the thought of spending three years with them was unthinkable. He would have rather served burgers in a fast food restaurant than go that time with the lazy ignorant wasters that he saw hanging around the pubs and clubs of the city centre. He liked working, he liked his work mates, they were more down to earth than any of his family, or any of the arrogant middle class students he had often balled out on drunken sprees. They could keep their airs, he had his feet firmly on the ground.

The bingo hall had seemed like the ideal place to go. He had not expected for one moment to be head over heels in lust by the end of that night. That first evening he arrived very early, forgetting what time it had started on his previous visit. The club was almost empty besides the brightly clothed staff who milled about waiting for it to get busy. They laughed and joked with the few people who were there in their usual seats. He felt quite out of place, the familiar jokes and chats between the staff and regulars shut him out as he queued for his books and sat waiting for the club to fill. He felt like a total stranger. It was good in a way, it gave him time to think. It felt strange then, but now he knew most of the staff by name and personality.

He initially sat downstairs, then after ten minutes he thought to himself, and decided how much more exciting it would be to sit upstairs in the front row. Firstly he went to the bar which was below the high stage with its gaudy signs and callers' console. The large and old barmaid seemed fed up, as though he had disturbed her during her thoughts. Her manner was gruff but the larger was cheap so he ignored it. He returned to his table with his golden glass and picked up his belongings. He marched off up the stairs that hung to the inside wall of the club, followed by the inquisitive eyes of the staff and growing number of members.

He instantly decided on his seat, right at the front of the balcony. He had not remembered the woman who was sat there the first time that he visited, but when she arrived ten minutes later he had an uneasy feeling that he was on her table. As she came up the stairs from ground floor, long mack flowing over her ample hips and long navy skirt; she stared at him. All the way up her eyes were fixed on him. He looked over briefly, but averted his eyes from embarrassment. When he looked up again as she neared the top, he was shocked to see her eyes still on him. She came to stand along side him in the aisle, flipping her mack off her shoulders and on to the seat opposite his at the table. As she did she spoke, "mind if I join you." It was a statement, not a question as she slid her knees in under the table before he had time to answer. As she did her skirt brushed against his outstretched legs. He quickly pulled them in.

"Don't panic love, I don't bite," she said to him half laughing, "new yur are you?"

He felt his unease disappear at the lulling tones of her voice, managing a nervous smile. He looked around, there were still many empty tables, he thought about going to one of them. He decided against it though, he was just as likely to find himself sat with some one else, and he was quite comfortable where he was.

She spoke some more whilst fiddling with her bingo nick-nacks. "This is where I normally sit see, only I was a bit late getting yur tonight." She looked up and smiled at him, "you must be new, or else you would of known about that being my seat," she chuckled reservedly, "they should put a name tag on it, Bingo Sue it would say. That's my name see, Sue. Not the bingo bit mind, but that's what my friends call me." She paused and looked appraisingly at him, "So young and handsome stranger, what do they call you then?"

"Bingo Colin," he replied sarcastically, feeling slightly aggravated by the inane chat and humour. "Not the Colin mind, just the Bingo," he concluded.

She laughed, waves of lines swam across her juddering face whose colour deepened. "Oh, a funny bugger 'ay. Still it'll be nice to have some company, but just watch your hands under the table, none of that funny stuff mind, not when I'm trying to mark me numbers off."

Colin raised his hands, playing along with her mock tone, "they shall be on the table at all times."

"That's a shame, I'll just have to scratch meself then is it?"

He sensed that she was trying to make him uncomfortable, but he would not fall for it. He was sat there, and he was damned if he'd move just so the frumpy housewife opposite could have the ample table to herself. The banal innuendoes continued until the end of the bingo. Colin found himself becoming increasingly appalled and attracted in equal amounts. Although he liked to think that he was quite worldly, his upbringing had kept him shielded from the type of person who was sat opposite him. His stifled conservatism made him blush, which Sue picked up on and made worse with her increasingly suggestive remarks. She also engaged in another bout of unconscious red pen tip sucking during the long interval when the conversation had waned. When he saw her doing that he was instantly reminded of the first visit he had made. The conversation was slow and one sided, Sue had been running it with the usual questions and comments about the games they were playing. Although she grated on him, he found himself warming to the glow of life in her face. He found his eyes being drawn to her pale and freckled cleavage, admiring the softness of her pleasant skin. He did not make it obvious that he was looking, and he didn't look that intently. It was enough to remind him that it had been some time since he'd had sex, and as the night wore to a conclusion he had decided that Sue would be fine as a temporary change in desperate circumstances.

It was just a whim really, but he felt that her innuendo was a sign of willingness on her part, and if she was not careful he might just take her up on it. Before he had the chance to proposition her jokingly with serious intent, the game had finished. With a quick scurry of activity she had packed her possessions, flipped her coat back on and said goodnight, hunching up as she walked through the fire exit to the adjacent car park. He felt the chill draft from where he was sat, finishing his drink and contemplating the crude enigma that had just left in a flash. Her parting words had been "Bye! And better luck next time love." Her tone had left him unsure if she meant with the bingo or with her.

He sat until the last of his pint was finished, thinking increasingly positively about the joys of bingo, and the pleasure of making love with a woman old enough to be his mother. He then shook the thought off as he got up to leave. It was not as if he would be coming back anyway, he couldn't see himself as regular bingo player, what would his friends think? He left by the same exit as Sue, onto the cold metal balcony which clung to the exterior of the tall hall like a medical brace. The fire escape steps led down to the ground level car park, which was deserted apart from a few cars belonging to people who were staying on for the late session of bingo. The scene below was floodlit by the large security lights on the walls above him. He followed the ghosts of his frosted breath up through the lights, looking beyond in to the clear and crisp night. He could see many dim constellations, but his thoughts where not on astronomy. They were on the cold night air, and the warmth that could be found snuggled up to Sue's breasts. In an instant he had decided, he would be back, and he would get together with her just for the experience of an elder woman. Lustful thoughts kept him warm as he walked down the clanging steps to his car.

In the months that had passed since their first encounter, his thoughts had turned from lust to love. His initial cockiness and self assurance had faded, he had become less able to gauge Sue's willingness to take him home. He was sure he'd misread her initial comeliness, which had really been friendly banter and awkwardness on her part. The first few times that they met again in the bingo hall he had made sure that he had got there early, and once again sat at her table. It didn't take long for him to be a regular fixture, once he had gauged how often Sue came. He did not go on any other nights, and sometimes he would not go on Sue's night. At first Sue had been quite unhappy about having to share her favourite table. He did not care though, he persevered until the initial restrained anger of the housewife had died and transformed to a certain fondness. After the first couple of months she even became concerned on the nights that he didn't show up, asking him if he was okay the next time he was there.

It was a slow progress. He still wanted her, but as time went on it seemed less likely. She was married, and he was sure that it was happy. She never spoke much of her husband, but was blunt about everything else though. Sex was no problem, they often joked about it together, even to the point of him suggesting they should do it, he was quite blatant at times. He was sure that Sue always took it in jest though, it was her manner. She was quite comfortable talking about sex with him, he put it down to her working class ways. He was still taken aback at times by it, his sensibilities had not yet slipped away, no matter how hard he tried and wished for them to. The truth was that he didn't just come for her anymore, he came because he enjoyed the bingo and the thrill of being a spectator in a world far removed from his own social sphere.

His fondest memories were of the sly touches that he had managed. The hand on the shoulder as he passed and said hello, the occasional meeting of knees below the table and the times that she had brushed her self against his back as they passed in the narrow aisle. It was all accidental, at least, that was what he told her. Occasionally when they passed, she would put her hands on his waist, and he always would if he was going past with her back towards him. On those occasions his groin would be artificially thrust forward, finding little resistance from her plump backside. He always manufactured the situation so that they would clash in the narrow aisle adjacent to their table, and after his hip holding rub he would have to sit rapidly, for fear of his enlarged trouser front being noticed. He was sure that she knew what was going on, and enjoying it, but he wanted more than frottage, he wanted her, and she would have to make that clear before it was possible.

The months passed, and the frustrations had grown worse for Colin. It was not as if his sex life had ended in the time since he had first met her, if anything it had been quite satisfying. He was fed up with it though, he'd had enough of the never-ending line of one night, young, slim, and fits; the quick and drunken athletic sex that they offered was becoming boring. He wanted to spend hours wrapped in the warm and comfortable skin of Sue. He wanted to make love to her slowly, gently and intensely. He wanted to explore her aged surfaces, feel the looseness of her skin, the folds of sagging waist and thighs. It seemed like a new world to him, one more interesting than the straight up and down of the night-club girls. He was sure that she could show him a thing or too also. He imagined her keeping him in a slow and intense sexual fire, not rushing, but keeping him in an unhurried ecstasy. He had often heard the pleasures that an older woman could bring, and he believed it utterly of Sue.

His 'locked in the gents for the night' fantasy had been born in the time since the first flushes of attraction. It was the only way he could conceive of getting to work on her, seducing, and taking her. He had neglected of thinking how to get her in there in the first place and for long enough to be locked in, but that didn't matter. The upstairs gents was always deserted in the evenings, as it was mostly woman who sat in the top level of the club. In an idle moment of mental abandon one evening whilst having a dump, the convenience of the location as a place to make love leapt into his mind, and stuck. He didn't believe that it would ever happen though, but it was enough to pass the time sat in his car at nights.

* * * * *

Sue's Tuesday night friends had remained seated after the bingo had finished, but as ever, she had disappeared as soon as the last game had been called. Colin sat for a while listening to the conversation between them, he was in no rush to catch Sue, he knew where she would be.

The pair sat in front had decided to stay and play the late session of bingo, which would be starting in another ten minutes. They were filling the time with a gossip about the just departed Sue. As he was just about to leave Hilda turned to him and asked, "so, are you her new boyfriend then, a bit young aren't you?" As she spoke curls of smoke drifted from her red and creviced lips.

Colin was taken aback with the old women's bluntness. "Sorry! Her boyfriend! No chance," he felt his cheeks grow red as he blushed at telling a lie, "she's old enough to be my mother. No, I only know her from playing bingo here. What gave you the impression that I was her boyfriend then?"

Hilda's friend had a cheeky smile as the conversation continued. She was amused at the look of shock on the young man and the smooth way that her usually prudish companion was digging a hole for herself.

Hilda was now backtracking, "oh, well, nothing really, its just she goes on about you a lot. I mean, you both seemed quite familiar and that. It just that I'm an old friend and I don't want to see her getting hurt with something she can't handle. I know what she's like see, she's always been flirty, and since her husband's accident, I don't want to see her stray like."

"What do you mean," Colin interjected, "what accident? I don't really know anything of her private life."

"Oh, so you didn't know about her husband, he's in a wheelchair. It happened a couple of years ago, slipped down a quarry face whilst working. Paralysed from the waist down. It was an awful shame." Hilda was relieved that her suspicions were unfounded, and embarrassed for having them in the first place.

Colin went on the offensive. "So, what you're saying is that because her husband is paralysed, she has gone and got herself a young man, namely me, to satisfy her needs."

Hilda nodded, feeling ashamed at her conclusions. "Well its just the way the you two spoke to each other and that. It just seemed like you were very familiar with each other, that's all. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be so blunt."

Colin was in confusion, the news about Sue's husband was the best he had heard in a long time, but he could not show it to her friends. He felt ashamed at the pleasure that was welling up inside him. It filled him with a strength that made him chastise Hilda with an unusual severity. "Well, that just goes to show what you think of your friend then, doesn't it," he sneered. "Some friend you must be, thinking that of her, and gossiping about her whilst she's not here. With friends like you, she doesn't need enemy's does she?"

With that Colin stood up, taking his coat in one hand and bingo markers in the other. He turned to leave, without saying goodnight to the two women. As he left, he heard Hilda's friend laughing, and chastising her companion. "Well, that told you didn't it Hilda? And it serves you bleeding right as well, you and you imagination. Bye love!" she called after Colin as he left, "see you next time."

Colin turned as he opened the exit door, and smiled whilst winking at the amused friend who was looking back and smiling at him. He gave her a wave as he walked out onto the balcony. Hilda did not look around at him as he left. She sat puffing on her cigarette, head hung ashamed. Colin was sure that her face would be crimson. That thought cheered him up even more, so much so that when he left the bingo hall he barely noticed the cold rain that was cascading down through the thick security lighting. The air around him hung with the illuminated streaks of jewel like rain. He stepped down the cold metal steps with a lightness, caring little for the sting of the cold black handrail as his fingers skidded along it in a watery trail and his footsteps echoed beneath his skipping feet. His mind was made up, now would be the time to make his move. In a dream he was in the car, and pulling up outside the house.

* * * *

Almost half an hour had passed since Colin had pulled his car up outside the house, but he still sat inside, thinking about the possibilities that his earlier conversation had opened up. The street was quiet, as it always was at that time of night. The terrace was an old one, the dark houses nestled together along either side of the road. His car sat in the dark interval between the reach of the two nearest orange street lamps' glare, on the opposite side of the road to the house. He would not have spent so long sat in the car at nights if it had been a well lit spot, even though few people passed. He would have been afraid that she would have seen him, as she often peered out from behind the net curtains of the upstairs bedroom.

It had been easy to find where Sue lived. He knew what time she left the bingo hall, so he'd simply waited outside in his car one Monday night when he didn't play bingo. Her quickness in leaving meant that her car had been the first to leave the hall's car park. Colin had no trouble pulling away and following her short journey home. He realised how strange it would seem if anyone found out about his following her, but it didn't deter him. His original motives for following her had been purely innocent.

As his fondness for her increased, he found himself consumed with curiosity about her private life. The first time he pulled up outside the house he wasn't surprised to discover its inner city back street location. He drove past as she pulled in to park outside her house, and then turned at the cross-road at the end of the long street in time to drive back down and see which house she entered. He drove back to the entrance of the street, turned once more and returned to park in the empty space opposite Sue's house.

That had been over a month ago, since then it had become a regular visit after his game of bingo with her. He had found more than he had bargained for, as well as seeing her house, he had seen brief pieces of her life. She never left the house once she had returned from bingo, and usually went to bed about an hour later. Colin knew that she worked in the day, so he assumed that her early retirement was because she had to be ready for work the next morning. He'd normally leave once the lights had gone out in the front upstairs bedroom, as it was still early enough for him to get to home and catch the last hour of the pubs.

That hour outside Sue's was one of an illicit and frustrating sexual magic. Colin had never considered himself a peeping Tom, he preferred the term voyeur. At least, that was how he justified his behaviour. It was a new experience for him, and one that he'd quickly found enjoyable. He was ignorant of the stigma that would follow should he be discovered and he did not really care about it. It wasn't as if it was a full time job, only a couple of hours a week, although, he found it becoming an increasingly obsessive activity. In the previous week he had turned up on two other nights apart from his usual bingo nights. It was not as if the rewards were substantial either, what he saw in his middle distance spying was little more than shadows and silhouettes. What mattered though, and what turned him on was that those shadows and silhouettes were Sue's.

The front of her house was typical Victorian, like the rest of the row. The age of the houses contrasted sharply with the modern technology on and around them. Along the row the houses supported plastic windows, satellite dishes, and fake burglar alarms. The front doors of the houses opened directly onto the pavement without the fortune of a front garden. Above each of the houses front doors' was a frosted bathroom window. Next to them was a double window; downstairs living room, upstairs bedroom. When Colin arrived there the down stairs' curtains were always drawn, but the upstairs bedroom's curtains never were.

The street was narrow, with cars parked up either side there was barely enough room for two cars to pass without one pulling into a space. From the opposite side of the road Colin's couldn't see too much. The angle of vision meant that only the top quarter of the back wall of the room was visible, and then it was only behind the fuzzy gauze of the net curtains. He could see the top half of a cheap white wardrobe close to the window on the one side, and the whole of a cheap and colourful impressionist reproduction in a plastic frame on the other. On the back wall of the room was a large mirror, making Colin suspect Sue of some kinky behaviour. The room was a feminine pastel peach colour, the central light bulb adding warmth to the walls as it cast its light through a soft orange shade.

The curtains would remain open for most of the hour, being drawn shortly before she turned the light out. He would watch her milling about the bedroom in a world of her own apart from the times that she would occasionally pull the net back to look up and down the length of the street. Colin would shrink back at those times, although she had never looked directly into his car. He could only see her with any clarity when she walked close to the window, it was always a disappointment when the top of her head disappeared from view as she walked away from it to the far side of the room.

After twenty minutes in and out of the bedroom she would have her shower. This event was heralded by the lighting up of the frosted bathroom window next to the bedrooms'. The window had no curtain over it, as he imagined Sue had thought it unnecessary due to the patterned glass. The frosting was quite effective, but Colin was happy just to see the distorted image of his women through it. That was when he could tell she was naked, her bingo clothes had disappeared, leaving only a large and barely decipherable soft and fleshy silhouette on the disruptive glass. That was enough to make Colin's frustrations boil in his stomach. He wanted her more and more, the spying exciting him almost to the verge of masturbation in his car.

He assumed that she undressed and dressed in the bathroom, as between the end of her shower and the next time in the bedroom she had changed into a big pink dressing gown. Colin was amused by the stereotypical nature of it all, but really he found her even more of a turn on because of it. He was disappointed that she didn't change in the bedroom, but then he thought that she would probably have drawn the curtains anyway. In the end he was thankful for the fact she left he curtains open long enough for him to see her in her fluffy attire, and he looked forward to the day he would remove it.

After a few minutes puttering about she would walk to the window, look out once more and draw the curtains. This was the most exciting time for Colin. The lights would change behind the curtain, the main light going out and a small bed side lamp coming on. This threw strong shadows onto the thin curtains, the lower angle of the lamp showing the bed on them. He would enjoy the slow movements she made as her dark mass on the curtains moved the gown of her shoulders. The was no real detail, only the shaded figure was visible through the net and curtains. It was enough though, his loins were truly aroused at the moving shadow play. The form would thin and fatten as the shadow crossed the folds and creases of the material, until it climbed into the bed, and sat for five minutes reading before turning the light off.

Occasionally when he was lucky he would see her removing the gown in profile, the curtains showing the plump form standing by the side of the bed. Her plump curves were most pleasing when viewed on an unfolded piece of curtain. He could plainly see her shadow sat up in bed, until the final moments at lights out.

The one thing that hadn't struck him before his chat earlier in the evening with Sue's friends was that he had never seen the husband up in the bedroom. Now he knew why. He'd always assumed that he was out, or working. After discovering the husbands condition, he wasn't even sure that he would be in the house. For all Colin knew he could be in hospital, or a nursing home. They could even have split up. If he was there then surely he would have seen some sign. Whatever the location of the husband, Colin's mind was made up. Now was the time to find out, he need not fear the marital status of his woman. In his mind the fact that there sex life had ended meant that she was fair game. Even if he was rejected, Hilda had said that Sue was always flirty, he could always say he had misread the signs and then forget about it. It wasn't as if he ever had to go back to the bingo hall anyway, and besides, he was sure that she wouldn't reject him so he need not worry. There was only one way to find out.

She wasn't finished in the bathroom yet, so he waited for her to conclude her shower. He felt his courage getting stronger, he was now determined to make something happen. He had thought of an excuse to knock on her door, and as implausible as it was he would try it. Then he realised, when she answered the door she would be wearing her dressing gown. The anticipation was to much. He grasped his groin both to arouse and straighten the straining member, and once it was comfortable he stepped out of the car. Like clockwork the bathroom light switched off. He smiled as he stepped lightly across the curving tarmac road, approaching the house with a flutter of vultures in his stomach and strain in his trousers. He reached the front door, held his breath, counted to ten, and pressed the glowing doorbell button.

* * * *

"Oh, sorry to disturb you at this late hour, um, oh Christ, what a coincidence, fancy seeing you here!" Colin's voice wavered under the strain. "Good god Sue, how's that for a chance, I didn't know you lived here. Sorry about this, I wonder if you could help me?"

Sue looked first shocked, and then happy. Her face was still flushed from the steam of the bathroom, she held her dressing gown tight. "You'd better come in." She didn't seem concerned about inviting him in, believing the look of distraught anguish in his face. She turned and gestured for him to follow her in, "get in 'ere out of the cold, and shut the door after you."

"It looks like I called at an awkward time, I can't apologise enough, Its the car. I was on my way home when it packed in," Colin continued talking as he followed Sue into the house, shutting the door behind him. "Its the radiator, I only need a jug full of water and I'll be on my way, I'm sorry to be such a pest." Colin had always been a good actor, and his little boy lost routine was working to a tee, Sue didn't seem in the least suspicious. "You can't believe how sorry I am to have disturbed you. Talk about luck, fancy ending up stuck outside your house. I've driven home down this street a hundred times, and fancy not knowing you lived here. I didn't get you out of bed did I, you must think I'm a right pain."

"Nonsense, don't you panic now boy." Sue stopped at the end of the passage outside the kitchen door, she turned to look at Colin. Her eyes shone, and she smiled at him and spoke, "You look absolutely perished, get yourself in the room there and put the fire on, not in a rush are you? How about a nice warm cuppa then love?"

"Oh, I couldn't. I've caused you enough trouble as it is," Colin protested weakly, sensing the start of a monumental evening.

"Don't you talk stupid now, go on and sit down in there," Sue pointed to the living room door, "and I'll bring you in a nice hot drink, I was just about to make my own. Then we'll worry about the car." She opened the kitchen door and switched the light on. "Milk and two sugars be alright love?"

"Er, yes please. Are you sure, I could murder a cup actually," Colin replied, "only if your sure mind, it won't take a second to finish the car and be on my way."

"Of course I'm sure, now don't you carry on. And if the worst 'appens and you can't get it started, you welcome to sleep here, as long as you don't sleep walk too much mind!" Sue smiled whilst busying herself with the kettle. "Now get in there and get that fire on."

Colin nodded after her and went into the room. With his one hand he flicked the light switch as he went in, the other was clenched and shaking, under his breath he exclaimed, "Yes!"

He sat in the room for five minutes alone, waiting for her. As he did so he studied the room, which looked well lived in. He couldn't see any of the things around the place that alluded to the house being occupied by a male. The room was knocked through in the middle making a combined dinning and living room. He settled in one of the three piece suite's armchairs, admiring the down to earthness of the little inner city house. He decided that he would like to live in a house like this one, he was fed up of the polished and untouchable condition of his parents large suburban house. He smiled at the thought of his mum having to move into a house this small after the grandeur of home. In a moment of retrospect he thought that maybe it would have done her some good. Almost as an after thought he leapt up and clicked the fake coal fire on, the room needed the chill taking of it.

Then Sue entered, a steaming mug in each hand, gown flapping around her calves and a glow in her face. She handed the mug to him and then sat on the settee opposite, swinging her bare legs up behind herself. She spoke to him as she raised her mug to her mouth, "there's a little nip of brandy in that, take the chill off."

"Oh, not trying to get me drunk are you Sue?" Colin asked in a more serious tone than their normal playful conversation.

Sue was relieved with the suggestion, and the tone of it bought a more serious look to her face. She spoke softly, looking down into her mug, "you didn't really break down did you?"

Colin replied truthfully, "no." As he said it he felt himself becoming aroused. Sue continued looking into her mug, her face glowing as she assessed the situation. It gave Colin ample time to feast on the middle aged woman appraisingly, his eyes scanning her as she ruminated. He admired the paleness of her lower limbs, speckled through with after shower blotches. The top of her gown spread outwards down her white and freckled chest, showing her cleavage in the most advantageous manner that he had ever seen it. He was staring at the darkened gap between her half covered breasts when she looked at him with a dirty smile.

"I thought you'd never get round to it yer slow git. I can't believe its taken you this long. I was just ready to ask you round to fix a plug for me," said a laughing Sue, relief and pleasure apparent in her voice. "Come sit here next to me then."

Colin responded to her gesture with a cheesy grin, stood up and walked over to the settee. Sue held her free hand out and took his, guiding him to sit turned towards her, next to her curled up legs. "I don't think I could have been anymore obvious without kidnapping you and stripping you in the bingo hall," she said, "so what kept you then?"

He placed his hand on her bare knee, softly stroking the curved surface below the hem of her dressing gown. "Oh, I've wanted this for a long time," his hand slowly moved the fluffy material upwards, "only, I wasn't sure you were interested, what with me being so young and you be married."

A look of shame flitted across Sue's face. "Does my age worry you then Colin?" She asked, smiling as though she didn't care if the answer was positive. "I've always wanted a toy boy anyway, 'aven't I told you that enough times at the club," she giggled and sucked in her breath as Colin's hand caressed further up her thigh, "I wondered when you'd get the message. You sure I'm not to old for you now?"

"No, its not your age that was worrying me so much." Said Colin as he slowly returned his hand towards her knee after taking it up her thigh enough to excite them both, without getting personal. "Its your husband. Your friends mentioned the situation early this evening," he chose his words as carefully as possible to avoid any upset, "up until tonight I thought you were happily married. That's why I've not pushed it. But Hilda said he was incapacitated, and I know this sounds awful, but I knew that maybe we could have something. Where is he?"

She smiled at him, as though she had expected the question, and rehearsed the answer. "He's upstairs," she said quite unashamedly.

Sue laughed at the look of terror that crossed the young man's face. He withdrew his hand, but she quickly took it and pulled it back to her leg, laughing.

"Shush!" Colin whispered in a panic, "He'll hear us. Christ, why didn't you say. Let go for god's sake!"

Sue restrained his hand firmly, whilst trying to calm him by touching his face with the other hand. She was speaking in a muffled and almost laughing voice. "Don't panic, he won't hear you. Come here, don't you worry about him, he's going nowhere. He's dead!"

Colin stopped struggling, and looked at her dumbfounded. "What?" he asked incredulously. After a few moments of the news sinking in he continued. "Hilda said he was injured, in a wheel chair. I don't understand, when did he die?"

"A year ago, and I've kept his ashes upstairs ever since." Sue looked into his eyes, pulling his hand closer to her face. She kissed his fingers and moved his hand to her chest where she held it above her cleavage as she spoke. "I've not known the pair of them for very long, so it was easier to tell them a lie rather than put up with their sympathy."

Colin was confused, he had the trio down as old friends, he'd thought that Sue was happily married, and he hadn't realised that she'd wanted him for so long. The evening had been one of revelations and chances taken. He felt himself elevated by what was happening, almost dizzy with the excitement of this chance to be with Sue as he had hoped and wished for. He felt himself being drawn closer to her as she clasped his hand. He leant towards her, smelling the freshness of her body, and the peachy shampoo smell from her hair. She moved his hand away from below her neck and slowly moved his fingers beneath the towelling bathrobe, which opened to reveal her pendulous, freckled breasts.

His confusion disappeared in the headlong rush of anticipation and lust. "God, I want you Sue, " he spoke forcefully, moving himself close to her and exploring her hips and back with a swiftness that she responded eagerly too. She felt better and softer than he had imagined, and retorted in the expert manner that he had hoped for. They kissed frantically at the end of the sofa, pulling the cushions inwards beneath them. Colin's hand found her knee again. She responded by swinging her legs from underneath her, allowing him to move his hand upwards. He found her swiftly, as with a groan she bit his lip softly and squeezed the bulge in his trousers. Before he could make his presence felt she had stopped, and pulled his hand away. She looked at him lustfully and spoke, "upstairs with you boyo, now."

* * * *

The bedroom looked different from inside it. The sparse upper half of the room contrasted sharply with the cluttered lower half, which he was seeing for the first time. He barely noticed the new parts and furniture in the familiar room, he was more interested in the job in hand. They lay together on the bed, Colin on top slowly and seductively removing Sue's dressing gown. He kissed her plump stomach with a passion, fired by the lack of stretch marks; he wouldn't have to worry about her having any children to interrupt them. He worked his way up to her face, which smiled back at him in a manner more personal than she had ever smiled at him before. He nuzzled in around her neck, stroking her hair with one hand whilst squeezing her arm softly with the other. For the first time he noticed their reflections in the large mirror running parallel to the bed. He grinned at the cheesy kinkyness of it all, fighting the lust in side that would spoil the tender moments that he had imagined and salivated over for such a long time. Sue didn't seem to be in any rush, so he would have to control himself. He hoped it wouldn't take too long though, as he began to find himself becoming tired.

Sue rose up off the bed, looking down at him whilst slowly pulling the remainder of her towelling gown off her arms. Once she had stood upright at the foot of the bed she let it drop to the floor. She was unselfconscious of her nakedness in front of him, as slowly she climbed on the bed, sitting astride his legs. "What we got in here then?" She said to him while unzipping the straining fly of his trousers. She began pulling his trousers and underpants down his legs, revealing his erection which jiggled excitedly at her. She moved herself towards his feet, until she'd removed the bottom half of his clothing, chucking his garments and shoes on the floor with a careless abandon. He could feel her on his feet, the soft hair tickling the top of his left foot. He pressed it hard against her womanhood, feeling the moistness and watching the look of pleasure on her face. She held him by the ankle and pushed his foot hard against herself, rolling her hips in time with the top of his foot. He admired her look of pleasure, kneeling at the edge of the bed and pulling his ankle. Tremors quivered across the fleshy rolls of her stomach and hips, her large breasts rolling in time with her body. Her skin was glowing redder, filling the whiteness between freckles as she groaned with the movements.

Colin pulled off his top, which took a great effort as fatigue was beginning to slow him. He lay on the bed, looking sideways into the mirror, sleepily admiring his young physique, whilst Sue let go of his foot and pulled herself towards his ready member. He was finally where he wanted to be, he had wanted her for months, they were about to make love, and he didn't think that he would be able to keep awake. He could not believe what was happening, she was pulling him into her, kneeling astride him, and he was almost asleep. He groaned as she pushed herself down on him for the first time, as did she, and as did a distant third voice. He barely perceived the extra groan, or the fact that Sue was beginning to ride him, moments later he was sound asleep.

* * * *

Time took on a new and unfamiliar framework for Colin as he drifted in and out of a paralysed unconsciousness. He felt as though he was in a dream, drifting in and out of an erotic nightmare. His first memory was waking briefly to see Sue still on top of him, beckoning and shouting to the mirror, "he's going under, you can come out now luv." He slipped back into the blackness, and was unaware if it was seconds or hours after hearing Sue that he awoke to see the mirror slide back to reveal the entrance to another room. He must have been dreaming, as he couldn't believe the sight that his eyes mistily perceived. He saw a middle aged man in a wheelchair, dressed in a black negligee and pulling at his limp penis, a look of sheer frustration on his face.

It had to be a dream, he couldn't understand why Sue and the man in the wheelchair and black underwear would be doing the things to him that they were. It had to be a dream, why else couldn't he move when he felt like he was half awake. Why else would the looks of glee on his tormentors faces be so perverted. He had to be having a nightmare. It was the only way to account for the things which the man in the wheelchair was getting Sue to do to him. She was taking her turn between him and the wheelchair man. Colin could feel the mans hands on him as he sat by the side of the bed, touching Sue and him in turn whilst she groaned at their intercourse. He had to be asleep, as the nightmare unfolding before his eyes bore no relation to the elevated feelings he felt before he went to bed.

The darkness came and went, as he felt himself falling in and out of terror and reality. One time he found himself with his hands on the man's limp member, finding himself amused at the flaccid soreness that he juggled with as Sue guided his fingers. Then he was under the dark clouds again. Then awake, feeling the blankets ruffled under the side of his face, and feeling the cold air on his upturned backside. He could hear them groaning and laughing, as various mechanical sounds buzzed from behind him. He felt strange sensations around his backside, which felt stretched and sore. It was enough to make him realise that he wasn't dreaming.

He turned to look at the couple that were abusing him, still groggy from the drugged tea. He found his knees were on the floor, stomach on the bed and arms tied behind his back. Something sticky stopped his lips from moving. It was a great strain to move his head in that position, and when he manoeuvred himself in such a manner as to view them he wished he hadn't. They were both sat together just behind his backside. The man in the wheelchair had his hand on Sue's crotch, whilst his other hand waved a long and thick black plastic vibrator. Sue held a similar device in her hand as well as a large lump hammer in the other. He was laughing as he moved his hand over her crotch, whilst she groaned. The long spears in their hands were just part of a collection which lay on a small bedside table, next to the wheelchair.

It was a frightening array of sex toys, the type that he and his work mates had laughed at in the various porno mags that they'd brought into work. They were all shapes, sizes and colours, some were double ended and others had extra fingers and thumbs on them. They shared space with vegetables and fruit of various origins. More frightening though was the sharp implements, the scalpels, hooks and clamps. It made him tremble with fear and pain. He stretched his head right back to see the end of what was a large cucumber. It appeared to be emanating from his backside. He let out a muffled scream, which caught the attention of the two frolicking lovers.

"He's coming around," said the wheelchair man to Sue in a calm and unconcerned manner, "would you be so kind please fluffy buns?"

"Sure thing honey puff, you know I'd do anything for you my loving husband." She replied whilst standing up and walking close to Colin at the bedside, lump hammer still in hand.

Colin looked up at her imploringly, screaming behind his gag. She looked at him and put her finger to her lip, holding the hammer across her face. "Shush," she whispered to him softly, "Sorry about this me little toy boy." With a swift movements she recoiled the hammer and bought it down swiftly on Colin's head. He screamed all the time that the hammer travelled towards him, stopping abruptly as the sharp crack reverberated through his body.

* * * *

The next time Colin woke up everything was dark and his body was racked with pain. It felt as though his chest was about to explode, as was his head, groin and anus. His mouth was still gagged and his hands tied behind his back. He tried to scream but the effort caused a numb pain in his mouth to become a searing pain, unlike any he had ever felt. His body felt as though he had been in a road accident. He was cold, and felt a strange dampness flowing down himself. He gave up screaming behind his gag as the pain was too much. Bright patterns flashed through the darkness, painful spectres born from his eyes realignment to the lack of light. He tried to move his legs but it just inflamed the pain in the lower half of his body. It felt as though just his toes touched the floor, his body felt suspended.

As time moved agonisingly on, he became more accustomed to the light, although in his pain he couldn't trust the vague information that his brain was trying to sort out. The room appeared small, a slight illumination coming from a horizontal crack just above his head height on the wall opposite. He could see what looked like other figures in the room with him, although they made no movements away or towards him. The crack of light did little to help his perception, it bled out feebly from its fringes, casting no further illumination. Its uselessness as a light source belied its increasing importance, as it become the focus of Colin's failing mind. Beyond it lay an escape from the agony that held his body, and the vaguely remembered indecencies carried out on him.

He could think of nothing but home, and his family, and the women that he had foolishly fallen in love with. His betrayal by Sue hurt the most, all that time, effort and emotion had lead to his present agony. He felt no comfort in the surrounding shadowy forms, as slowly he realised what they were. He just stayed still and tried to ignore them, fixing his vision on the glint of light and away from his agonised body. Recognition of the things around would have left him totally hopeless, but as long as the light remained he could hope. After sometime of staring, the horizontal lighted crack was broken by four dark spots, which grew larger with the sound of approaching footsteps and squeaking, which echoed terror through him. With a swish and spillage of bright electric light the door swung open.

"You'll excuse us if we don't come down there with you, won't you Colin?" Said the man in the wheelchair. He was now without his underwear, but covered from being totally naked by a towel over his lap. The towel showed blotches of crimson across its surface, which the man didn't seem to notice as he concluded, "only it'd be a bit awkward trying to get this down the steps like."

"Lets give you a bit of light then boyo," said Sue as she flicked a light switch by the side of the door frame. She was wearing her towelling dressing gown once more, which unlike her husbands towel showed no sign of being spoiled.

Colin could see everything clearly now, and it made him want to scream, which he attempted to do until the pain in his mouth stopped him. No sound would come.
"You don't want to do that, not without this butt." Said Sue, as from behind her back she pulled a red lump which she chucked down the wooden steps to land at his feet.

It soon became apparent to Colin why his mouth hurt so much. It was because his tongue lay in a bloody pool at his feet. He felt himself passing out, and was sure that he had shit himself as his backside ached tremendously and a strong dirty smell came up from behind him. He didn't pass-out though, as the hysterical laughter from the top of the stairs kept him riveted. He could feel himself becoming weaker, as the couple laughed and frolicked on the stairs above him. It gave him time to take in his surroundings. He assumed he was in the house's cellar, which was small and cluttered. Around him hung a selection of corpses, ranging from the skeletal to the rotten.

He roughly counted twelve companions, and the space was running out. They were all hung from the rafters, large meat hooks through their empty ribs. He looked down at his own chest, and his worst fears were confirmed. He had grown a pair of protruding breasts, with bleeding holes with sharp metal spikes for nipples. He could feel himself swooning on his toes, the skin of his chest pulling out from the ribcage as a slow delta of blood spread down his front. Then he noticed it, or rather the lack of it. His penis and testicles had gone, leaving a large red and black hole. It looked as though they had thoughtfully cauterised the flapping wound for him. The sight and realisation shot his body through with raw pain, a guttural howl shaking the tape over his mouth.

It was loud enough to snap the husband and wife out of their bemused laughter. "Ah, look at him, he's missing it already like," said the crippled husband.
"Are you going to show him or not?" replied Sue, totally uninterested in the squirming young man's anguish and agony. "Come on, flap it out for him now."

"Ta da!" Howled Sue's husband as
he flipped the towel off his lap, revealing a bloody, but proud and erect member. "What do you think of that then?" He called down the cellar steps to Colin.

Colin could only laugh at the invalid's strapped-on and braced piece of theft, realising where his precious parts had gone. He thrashed around, trying to escape, feeling the hooks rip his chest. He felt the wounds open and send a fresh flow down himself. He thrashed more when Sue vindictively began to give her husband a blow job. They both stopped to watch his spasms, laughing spitefully at Colin's impotence. He soon stopped his movements, as the pain was too much, and he could feel his life leaving him. He stared at Sue, his eyes imploring, a desperate and silent final plea.

"Don't you look at me with those cow eyes you," she chided at him, "it's your own fault."

Colin felt numb, the pain in his body seemed separate from his mind, and extreme as the pain was becoming his mind responded with a melancholy clarity. He assumed that what ever they'd drugged him with was wearing off, as was its anaesthetic benefits. The growing pain made him hope that he would die soon, before he had to feel the whole strength of the aching distress of his wounds. He could see no sympathy in Sue's eyes. Both Sue and her husband continued staring at him, having lost interest in their newest sex toy. They both looked happy, contented even. Colin began to cry.

"Oh, don't be such a little girl." Remonstranced the husband, whilst slowly unstrapping his new erection. He turned to Sue and spoke, "I'll just go put this in the fridge, and then I'm off to watch the tele. Don't be too long will you honey pot?"

Sue smiled at her husband and replied, "No, I won't be to long. I'm just going to say good-bye, he was a good companion for a while. Put the kettle on and I'll make us both a nice cup of tea now when I've finished."

Her husband slapped her backside, grinning as he turned his wheelchair and disappeared down the corridor, whistling. Sue pulled the straps of her gown tight and walked down the wooden steps towards Colin. She sat down on the bottom step leaning forward with her knees up, showing the bare lower half of her legs. She wore a pair of pink fluffy slippers, as well as her favourite pink dressing gown. She looked up at him, pulling a sad face and rocking slightly.

"You know, you took ages, I never thought we'd get you 'ome." Sue spoke softly but uncaring. "Your not the first one from the bingo hall, but you are the youngest. I suppose it was easier for the older men to pick up the fact that I was gagging for it, and I never 'ad to flirt with 'um much, either. Married as well most of 'em, dirty bastards. I fancied a change though, something a bit younger like. You were worth the wait. Kevin agrees with me." She stopped for a moment, looking around trying to think why she had stopped. She giggled quickly then spoke, "of course, I didn't get a chance to introduce you did I? That was Kevin, my husband. Guess what Colin? He ain't really dead." She laughed in the manner that she had when she told Colin he was dead in the first place. "I'm a great little liar, ain't I, they all fall for it once they've got their hard on's throbbing."

Colin looked at her through tear streaked eyes, losing his mind to the increasing agony of his body. He felt cold, and his vision was failing. As the women sat opposite spoke, his mind flitted through a host of old memories, filling the parts of his conscience which still worked with regret. His other companions in the room offered no solace.

Sue continued her monologue, pulling her gown tight Around her stomach while still rocking. "He's a lovely man is my Kevin. We used to get up to all sorts of stuff before his accident. He's always loved watching me with other men, and I've always enjoyed showing him. Cor, when I think of some of the stuff we used to do, I don't know." She looked lost in reminiscence as she continued, "we used to have a transit van, and a couple of times a week we'd go out and pick up young men off the street. You'd be amazed at how many will get in the van when you tell 'em all you want is a shag in the back. That went on for a while until we got bored, and then we thought we'd kidnap them and bring them home. One thing led to another, and here we are."

In a recess of Colin's mind, a vague memory of a porno mag read whilst still an early adolescent crossed his thoughts. He remembered the letters page, one couple had written in saying they picked up young men and offered them sex. At the time he'd cursed his luck for never being picked, and carried a secret hope that one day this couple would be driving through his part of town. He'd forgotten about his young fantasy, until Sue mentioned it. The irony of it made him quiver with bitter sarcasm. The pain was steadily getting beyond excruciating, his chest ached the least, but inside his heart felt the most suffering.

"Of course, we started killing 'em a while before Kevin had his accident. It never really turned me on, but it never upset me either. I'd do anything for my Kevin, an' he enjoyed it so I made an effort to get involved too." Sue stopped for a second and shivered, not at her morbid hobby but because of the cold of the basement. Once the tremor had finished she continued. "Of course, it come in handy like, after he lost the use of his todger. But I couldn't go out and get men on my own, as we lost the van when his job finished with him being crippled. That's why the bingo hall was such a good place to pick'em up. There's a few of 'em gone missing from that place like, ha, ha. See if you can find them."

Colin looked around the room, more in a swooning motion than to study his new friends. Several of the fresher corpses wore strange necklaces. He tried to focus on them, and with a groan he realised what hung from the necklaces. The ornamentation consisted of bingo books and large marker pens strung through with string. At first he had mistaken the jewellery for some sort of tribal gear, as it made him think of Red Indian head-dresses, but closer scrutiny had dispelled his initial perceptions. He began to laugh, rocking on his toes and feeling the pain at the point of the large hooks entry to his chest. The muffled laugh rang hollow in the cellar, the tattered robes on the other corpses sucked in the gagging chortle. His joyless laughter soon turned to desperate crying, as much from the realisation that he was without hope, as from the burning pain. As his crying continued, Sue stood up and walked to him. He recoiled as she touched the side of his face, but his fading strength made the movement futile and he slunk back to his original hanging positioning. Slowly everything around him was darkening, and he just wanted to die, resigned to his fate.

"There, there, there now my young luv," she said as she wiped the tears from his cheeks, avoiding the blood that spilled out from the plaster over his mouth, "is the pain getting worse. Don't worry we'll soon put a stop to that. We're not complete bastards mun, we wouldn't want you to suffer too unnecessary like." She kissed the bloody patch over his mouth and stepped back, little red rivulets despoiling her chin. From the pocket of her dressing gown she pulled her best kitchen knife, holding it up and smiling.

Although he was weak and wanting to die, the sight of the knife sent fear soaked adrenaline flowing through Colin. He screamed his muffled tongueless scream one more time, pulling with his waning strength to extricate himself from the hooks, his flesh ripping and splashing blood over Sue's dressing gown. He pulled and pulled away, but couldn't escape.

With a quick swish, she pulled the knife across his throat, sending a deluge down them both, her gown was splashed so she didn't care about it being spoiled now. Colin jerked and screamed for a few seconds, just long enough to hear Sue call out "House!" His last sight was her lifting his own necklace of bingo books and pens to be placed over his head. Once he was dead she turned and walked upstairs stripping her gown off behind her as she left the cellar. It dropped into the depths of the room just as she switched the light off and shut the door, ready to make a nice cup of tea for her husband.