A Dream of Gabe

In the court doors of dreams, I stand in front of the court testifying to everything Gabe to me. I explain to the fine faceless ladies and gentlemen of the court what that bitch did to me. How much I cared about her, and the fact that she went off to fuck some other guy the first time it was opportune. The extent that she suppressed me. Not letting me talk about my wants. My fantasies. It was always her her her. She was guilty. She was so guilty.

The judge knows the truth. He bangs his gavel.

"Gabe, I sentence you to twenty lashes for your guilty crime of breaking John's heart. You may now fill out the sentence."

I am standing in front of a whipping post. Gabe's hands are tied to it, and her naked rear in all of it's creamy perfection waves in front of my face. Everyone is urging me to do it. Even she is.

"You know this is what you want. I've been a bad girl, John. Such a bad girl..."

The flogger is in my hands. Power. I raise it up...

Which, of course, is right about when I wake up.

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