yes, I have to take the chance

{if GM==1}Assuming that she would not be expecting me to disobey the wishes of a shotgun, I twist my body clockwise, away from the line of fire, and grasp around for the gun barrel with my right hand.

I have barely started to focus on how she looked like when a heavy object hits me on the head and everything immediately turns black.

I do not know how many minutes or hours have passed, but I am awakened by the vibration of my phone. Before I could respond, the vibration stops. I look around and realize that I am stuffed inside a dumpster which is reeking with decay.

I pull myself up and notice that the dumpster is inside some enclosure below ground level. It is slightly dark, although I could make out the outlines of other dumpsters.

Finally recalling what had transpired moments back, I reach into my pocket for my phone and enable the flashlight. How did I get here? Was she strong enough to carry me here? I look above and notice a pair of chutes pointing directly at me. Glancing at the other dumpsters, there also appears to be chutes above them.

The woman must have dragged my **** body onto one of the chute openings and left me for dead. But if she wanted me dead, she should have just used her shotgun. A bum would do that to protect his space, but maybe she's not a typical bum. Or she may just be pretending to be one.

I jump down to the floor and head towards a lighted area up ahead. I glance at my phone and realize that almost an hour had passed. The light turned out to be sunlight streaming through an opening that was partially boarded up.

I tug at the loose boards and finally manage to clear enough space to climb out into the heat of the mid-morning sun. I trace a path back to the front of the building, but soon realize that I should not be showing myself to more danger.

I pause to contemplate my next move. Just then, the phone vibrates again. I answer Julia's call. "Yes, Sis?"

"What took you so long?"

"Sorry Sis, but I fell through a couple of loose boards and it took me a while to find my way out."

"What? Are you hurt?"

"Just a few bruises. You were right after all. It was a waste of time."

"I cancelled the gym appointment when you didn't show up. I thought you were just finding an excuse to avoid the gym."

"I'm not making things up," I say in a raised tone.

"Easy there Bro. I'm not accusing you of anything."

I drop the call and head for home-- my thoughts are going over what I had just experienced. What kind of building would have a lot of chutes leading to the basement? Was this in any way related to what happened to Mom?

Julia is waiting for me at the doorway when I arrive, still dressed in her cropped hoodie and yoga shorts. "You're really a mess ... and you stink! I already prepared your tub. Better take a shower first before having a soak."

I nod and head for my room. I carefully undress, so as not to add more pain, and head for the shower. After a soak at the tub, I gingerly dry myself, then lie nude on the bed.

A few minutes later Julia enters the room in her bathrobe. Her head is wrapped in a towel. "Here Bro, let me put some antibiotic ointment on your bruises."

She doesn't seem to mind my being nude and I've reached the point where I no longer care how she reacts-- I am numbed by the pain of my bruises.

I close my eyes and drift into sleep. I dream I am sunbathing on the beach. I could hear Mom's voice saying, 'Let me put sunscreen on your back.' After a while, she asks me to turn over.

Expectantly, I wait for Mom's face to move within my visual range. I wonder whether her hair is auburn or copper. But her voice remains behind me. Instead, I see her hands gently rubbing my chest-- invoking pleasure at every stroke. Then, her hands moves to my abdomen, then to my groin. The pleasure grows in intensity before I am finally jolted awake.

The sight before me is something I can only dream of. Maybe I have not yet awaken from my pain-induced sleep. I rub my eyes to make sure I am really awake.

{elseif@ GM==0}Please turn on GAME MODE.{endif}