A Very Painful Bet - 5 - Fallout

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Luke saw his life flash before his eyes as he began to pick up momentum. He was hog-tied, helpless and upside down some six feet in the air, and had until just a moment before been suspended painfully by his nuts. As the rope had slipped from Sarah’s grasp, he began heading towards the floor. Her warnings to him about what would happen if she jerked the rope were flashing through his mind. He was either going to die from the impact, or be castrated on the way down, then likely die anyway, but without any balls. He screamed out in terror, but very little got past the gag in his mouth. He started hyperventilating.

He could see the ground rushing up towards him, when a tanned arm flashed into his vision. He felt the impact on his shoulder, then a moment later another impact under his shins. There was a sense of crushing power as Sarah caught him in her arms, slowing his descent. She bent a bit at the knees, fully taking his weight, and then stood up, cradling him to her chest.

“Ooooooo, close one there.” She hugged him for a moment, then let out a chuckle. “I thought you were going to wet yourself.” She held him without apparent effort. She turned him about so that Luke was facing her. He had tears in his eyes and was sucking wind hard through his nostrils; clearly still in a panic. “See? Surprising people isn’t always for fun is it?”

Luke’s heart rate started to come down a bit. He looked at Sarah’s merry eyes and smirking face; She’d let go of the rope on purpose! He gave her his angriest stare.

“Oh get a sense of humor. It was hilarious for me.” She lowered him to the floor, setting him on his side. He was still bowed backwards by the nylon ropes, and another cord was tied around his nuts, dangling over the steel pipe above. Everything hurt, and his back was killing him from the position he was in. Sarah reached down and unknotted his testicles, working the rope free. Blood rushed back in, and Luke was blown away by the surge of pain that accompanied it. He started banging the side of his head into the mats on the floor.

Sarah largely ignored his antics, stepping over him to get behind. She got hold of ties between the elbows and ankles and released them. Luke promptly uncoiled like a spring, flopping around as he tried to straighten his back. Sarah planted a foot on the back of his legs to pin them in place, then undid his ankles, giving him more mobility. She left the elbows and wrists secured. While she was down there, she yanked his bike shorts the rest of the way off, they’d already been pulled down a bit earlier.

Luke just lay on his stomach, trying to get control over his body. His back was slowing from screaming at him to merely grumbling. The coolness of the mats on his scrotum, after the initial burst of pain from his balls, felt good. They returned to the jagged background ache he’d been suffering from since her first kick with the steel toed boots at the beginning of the bet. He took some additional deep inhales and was starting to feel almost human. Then a rope was coiled around his neck a couple of times, and Sarah’s battle hardened foot slammed between his shoulders, driving the air right back out of him.

“So, something else I get to do with clients is repeated choke-outs.” She pressed down hard with her leg, pushing Luke into the mat. She had each end of the rope in separate hands. “The issue with it is that I’m too freaking strong. Lots of guys want me to use a cord or something and garrott them, but it’s just over so quickly.” She pulled up a bit, forcing Luke’s head and neck to rise off the floor, while his chest stayed pinned. He could feel it tightening. “Here, lemme demonstrate.” Sarah’s biceps swelled as she pulled the rope tight around his throat. Luke could feel a black out coming on immediately and tried to call out. That wouldn’t work, so he slapped his feet on the mat to let her know. He reached out with his hands to, to…

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He woke up on his back, staring up at Sarah’s massive form. She was holding both ropes, and now had a foot on his sternum. “See, too quick. Not sure you even lasted five seconds there.” She took up the slack, tightening it again around him. “This isn’t much better from the front, but at least this way, I can see the eyes roll back into your skull.” Luke started slapping his heel down, tapping frantically and shaking his head. Sarah shifted her weight onto her front leg, causing his ribs to creak, then jerked the rope tight. Luke was convinced that she wanted to rip his head clean off. “Go to sleep, sweet prince.” She smiled at him, then leaned her upper body away from him, doubling up the constriction. Luke barely had time to register his tongue going numb befo…

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He came out of it to Sarah straddling him and slapping his face. “Rise and shine” She slapped him again, hard, really hard. Luke shook his head to clear it. He tried to shift under her weight, but he’d have better luck picking up a Brinks truck. “There you go, had me worried for a second.” She said, “Most guys snore or snort when they’re out, but you just twitch a bit.” She gave him a smile. “It’s kinda cute, but makes it hard to judge how long to keep the pressure on.” She patted his cheek more gently this time.

Sarah stood up over him and looked down. “My fault there, I got carried away. It’s just so much fun doing that.” She took up the ropes again. Luke tried to roll away, screaming “nnnn..! Nnn…!!” She just laughed at him. “Yeah, the panic is probably the best part. Sometimes, I’ll just keep knocking them out, over and over again until they are shitting themselves and can’t tell if they are awake or trapped in a nightmare.” Luke managed to get his knees under him. Sarah let him struggle for a few moments, then planted a knee into his back, shoving him forward in an upright position while tightening up on the ropes, this time holding very close to the back of his head. “This one is a real bitch.” She bit his earlobe and blew him a kiss, then savagely choked him. Luke felt the pressure kick in, tried to pull away…

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He was face down on the mat. He could see a large foot in front of him. Suddenly, he felt a tugging at the cord like a choke chain. She pulled him towards her, and Luke was forced up to his knees, still disoriented, and made to shuffle along to her side.

Sarah took the loose ends of the rope and fed them over the pipe in the ceiling, then pulled down on them. She flexed her arms and chest, yanking Luke to his feet. With his arms bound, there was very little he could do. Sarah kept him standing for a moment, then gave another strong pull, dragging him to his tip toes. “Hanging is a fun one too, but it takes a bit more work.” She held him there, trapped and barely able to get any air. “Ok Luke. I can either get an arm workout..” she flexed her bicep and shook the rope for emphasis.. “or a leg workout in.” She went up on her toes, making everything pop. “Which one will it be?”

“Llllg.. Lllggg” he shouted through the gag, terrified of being choked out again.

“Legs?” Sarah asked, flexing her thighs. “You’re sure?” Luke nodded emphatically.

“Welllll, since you asked so nicely.” She relaxed her grip on the rope a bit, lowering Luke down to his heels. She walked over to an old steam radiator in the corner and tied the rope off there, forcing him to remain on his feet. There wasn’t any pressure on his neck, but there wasn’t any slack either to allow for any movement.

Sarah moved in front of him, and sat down on the mats by his feet. She laid flat on her back and scooched forward, getting her hips between his legs. This forced Luke’s legs out wider and he felt the rope tighten. “Time for seated leg presses.” She grabbed his ankles, and brought her knees up to her chest, positioning her heels beneath his balls. “By the way, did I mention that I can lift over 1000 lbs?” Luke barely had time to process that before her scarlet clad legs straightened, crashing into his scrotum and lifting him off his feet entirely.

This was one of those good news, bad news occasions for Luke. On the good, he wasn’t being choked by the noose. Actually, that was pretty much the only good side, everything else was bad. He was totally naked from the waist down, and her foot was a damn site harder than his nuts. As she pushed, his balls squished out all around her feet, pressing into the sides of his thighs.

Sarah did ten reps with both legs. “This is way too easy” she said, and removed her right foot, balancing Luke on her left. She started up another set of ten presses. Luke was in quite a bit of pain from this, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as the boots. He just tried to endure it. Feet were switched, and another set was completed on the right. “Still too easy.” Sarah muttered.

Suddenly, she thrust one foot down, then up fast and hard in an inverted stomp. That one hurt. Luke's cry was muffled, and he nearly lost his balance. The blow made him taste bile in his throat. Sarah drove up savagely until Luke was slightly airborne, then snapped her foot back out of the way and she jammed her other giant leg out straight, causing the testicles to impale themselves on the calloused balls of her foot. Luke’s body weight added to the force an instant later, sandwiching his nuts. White hot pain radiated out, and he leaned forward, unable to stay upright.

Sarah could see him wobbling, and shifted her leg around to keep his mass centered under his head. She got him evened out, then bent her knee a bit, lowering him to his feet. “Juggling time!” She beamed at Luke and pistoned her leg straight up, launching him again. She swapped legs, with the right lancing out straight and she arched her hips a bit, getting a bit more height. Luke’s balls were again crushed against her ball. Not as hard this time, but it was an awful feeling. She went down again, then tossed him back up in the air to collapse onto the left leg.

Luke wasn’t able to control himself any more. After a few bounces up and crushing landings, his stomach just couldn’t take it. By the fifth or sixth, he knew it was coming, and when Sarah got him particularly high on a toss, and waited long enough to catch him coming down while her stomp was kicking into him, he swore she’d pulped something down deep inside him. The water he’d drank earlier came vomiting back up. The gag prevented much coming out of his mouth, so it streamed out of his nose, choking him. He started convulsing, and Sarah quickly lowered him to his feet. Rising quickly, she untied the gag and held the soiled towel in front of his face. Luke quickly spewed out what was left inside him, he’d broken out in a cold sweat and was trembling. Sarah wiped his face quickly with the edge of the towel, then untied the rope from the radiator, keeping hold of it to release the tension slowly as Luke collapsed to his knees and bent over. She tossed the towel into the bathroom, coming back with a wet cloth and cleaned him up a bit.

Sarah went into the bedroom, and came back with a couch cushion and a pillow; setting both by the window. Sarah walked back over to Luke, and somewhat gently scooped him up and laid his back on the propped up cushion, putting the pillow behind his head. He was in a seated position, resting under the window. His arms were still tied up, but his balls were resting flat on the mat. The pillow felt good, so he laid back into it. Sarah knelt in front of him, and ran the cloth over his face again, before placing it over his eyes. Luke luxuriated in the feeling and sank back, hoping the pain between his legs would ebb.

He entered a semi-conscious state, only half awake. He could feel Sarah doing something to his ankles, but he couldn’t be bothered to see what it was. He drifted for a few moments, then felt a tug on his left leg, pulling it out wide. He opened his eyes, but the view was mostly obscured by the cloth. He attempted to pull his leg back in, but it was stuck fast. “Sarah?” He said softly. “What’s going on?”

Now he felt his right leg now under tension. There was a rope tied to his ankles, that must have been what she was doing. He shook his head to dislodge the cloth enough to see. His left was secured to the heavy dresser off to the side, he turned in time to see Sarah snaking a rope through the old radiator to his right. She planted herself and pulled the rope tight, dragging his leg out wide in a split. Luke didn’t have any strength left to resist and she kept applying more force until he was fully spread eagle. She made a couple more passes between the radiator and his leg, locking it in place. He was stretched out painfully wide, with his balls resting on the mat. “I thought we were done after that last one?” he asked mournfully as his vision drifted down towards the ground. Luke got his first good look at himself. He was horrified at what was between his legs. His cock had swollen to the size of a salami roll, purple and mottled. His balls were even worse, resting on the mats, his scrotum looked to be the size and general shape of a volleyball, it was blue, black and red everywhere.

Sarah turned around and squatted in front of him. She ran a finger down the inside of his thighs, checking the tension. “Not quite, it’s almost the end, but there are a few minutes left.” She leaned forward and kissed the top of his forehead. “Got a couple of fun ones to try out before we finish.” With that she rose and walked to the other end of the room. “Baseball slide!” she clapped her hands and charged at Luke. She took three bounding steps, then threw herself down to the mat sideways, driving her heel in front of her. She collided with his nuts, slamming him back into the cushion. Luke sucked wind, but it hadn’t been a direct hit, mostly catching his thigh. The cords bit on his ankles painfully as well.

She rolled to her feet. “Meh, can’t really slide right on these mats.” She grumbled. She walked slowly up to Luke, her big toes brushing against his swollen sack. “However, we can have a bit of fun, fun sexy time.” She posed for him, flexing, showing off her chest and running her hands over him. She did a little shake and shimmy. Luke wasn’t really all that in the mood at this point. Sarah shuffled forward, placing the balls of her feet on top of his sack. He froze, hoping it was an accident. “Oops.” she tittered, outrageously girly all of a sudden. “They feel like a water balloon under my toes.” She flicked her toes up and down, drumming a beat on him. Then her weight shifted forward slamming the balls of her feet down and lifted her heels off the ground. “Let's pop a balloon!”

Luke’s scrotum just flattened out on the mat as her body weight and huge size 11 feet pressed him down. The sheer agony spiked him so hard that crying out in pain, or begging her to stop just wasn’t possible. His mouth was moving, but no sounds were escaping.

Sarah was up on the balls of her feet, resting her hands lightly on his shoulders. She was staring intently into his eyes. He was in shock, with wild eyes. She held steady, waiting for the right moment. Luke finally managed to draw in a breath, ready to let out a scream, but Sarah then bounced on her toes, flattening out different parts and forcing the air out as a high pitched gasp.

Luke’s head flopped about, barely able to process the level of punishment that was being inflicted to his nuts. He was squeaking and had a keening edge to his voice. Sarah found this hilarious, and twisted one of her feet, grinding him beneath her. Luke’s voice pitched up another octave.

After a bit of musical experimentation, Sarah felt about with her toes, and found a somewhat solid lump. She pinned it in place, and shifted her foot about until she had it centered under the heel. She pressed down hard enough to keep it from moving, and rolled her foot on it. “Luke… “ she whispered into his ear. “Do you feel that?”

Luke nodded, too scared to do anything else.

“I thought these were already broken. How nice, you get to say a personal goodbye to one of your little friends..” She purred, running her tongue down the side of his neck. Luke started to protest, but Sarah jammed her heel down on the trapped testicle and shifted all of her body weight onto it, lifting up her other leg at the same time. Two hundred pounds of muscle, bone and femininity drove into the nut and flattened it. She felt it give under the pressure with a quick pop, followed by a soft squelch.

Luke felt a jolt of lightning hit his ball, then the pain overwhelmed him. Instead of passing out, he entered that out of body, subspace feeling again. Time stretched out and he watched as she slowly rotated her heel, utterly obliterating his nut and grinding it into pieces. He couldn’t really feel it, but he was intrigued by her motions. He studied Sarah, noticing her passion. She was so intensely focused on twisting and shifting her hips, he thought she might be having an orgasm. It made him feel oddly masculine that he’d satisfied her. He definitely wasn’t thinking straight.

Sarah felt a rush of heat between her legs when everything had given way. She’d never neutered anyone like this, so .. intimately. She kept twisting and breaking Luke under her heel. “You’re mine!” She growled in a deep, husky voice, getting hold of his hair and pulling it back to force him to look into her eyes. “Mine!!!” She gave another savage bounce, pulping everything as she exploded internally. She kept up the pressure for a few more seconds, as the feeling peaked and ebbed. Trembling, she stepped off of him and inhaled deeply, getting her heart rate under control.

Sarah noticed that he hadn’t cried out during any of that; just some grunts. She looked closer at him and realized that while the lights were on, nobody was home. Damn, she thought to herself. “That was so intense, but I think you missed it. Luke, that was really, really good.” She stroked his cheek; he just looked at her dreamily. “I owe you one for that, and I think I know just what we can do to settle up.” She smiled at him.

Sarah took the pillow out from behind his head, leaning him back diagonally on the cushion. She placed the pillow under his butt, lifting him up a bit. She attempted to place his balls on top of his groin, but they just sloshed about, then sagged back down, they were totally deflated. She thought about it for a moment, then pulled off the hair elastic she’d been using to keep the bangs pulled up. It went around the scrotum, twisted and rebanded a second time, forcing everything inside towards the end. When she was done, it had the appearance of very bruised and discolored softball, but stayed upright.

Luke glanced down, and saw his balls teed up on top of him. They were lifted up a bit by the hairband from his body and looked tight packed. He glanced over at Sarah, who was walking over to the other side of the room. He was still really out of it, but liked how she bent over, so he spent some time gazing at those red leggings. Eventually, she returned to him, squatting down to be at his eye level. She’s really pretty, he thought to himself, I think she’s glowing.

“OK babe. There’s only a couple of minutes left. You’ve done amazing! I’ve never had a client take anything close to what you’ve endured.” She ran her hand under his shirt, finding his nipple and fondling it. “But I feel guilty.”

Luke liked her touching him. His cock started to rise, that also kinda hurt. “...guilt..?” he slurred the word.

“Yeah, remember the bet at the beginning that started all this? When you asked for my HARDest kick?” She emphasized the word by vigorous tugging his nipple.

Luke nodded, only barely able to follow her words.

“Well, I did hit you as hard as I could with you standing, no holding back or anything, but..” She gently ran a couple of fingers from her free hand to the tip of his penis. Luke sighed in pleasure. “I’m pretty sure, it would have been a harder shot if you were lying on the ground when I connected.”

“Un hun.” Luke agreed, not paying attention at all to the words, just to the magic of her hands. “Makes sense.”

“And I know you really wanted my best shot, just so there weren't any doubts.” She spoke softly, speeding up her hand motions. “So I’d like to give that to you now, before we wrap up.” She looked intently at him. “Do you want that? To know that you’ve taken the absolute worst beating anyone has ever endured? Bragging rights and crazy memories you’ll have forever.” Luke’s head was nodding vigorously, he was so close.. “Yes… please..”

“Awesome!!” she snatched her hands away, leaving Luke quivering on the floor. She walked back a couple of paces. Luke looked her up and down, lusting after her. The muscles, the spandex, the beauty, the… boots??? When did she put the boots back on?

“Ok, I’m going to give you a couple of warm up kicks to make sure you’re fully awake, then the big one.” She lined up her shot. “You know, the funny thing is, I’m not really sure what will happen here. Either I connect and your balls bounce around slapping everywhere” She tapped her left boot tip on the mat. “That’s probably the best case scenario for you, and even then, it’s going to hurt worse than anything I’ve done yet. Otherwise, I might cave them in, that would be a lot worse I think.” She shrugged and then without warning took two quick steps forward and drove a hard left into his balls. They did indeed slam around into his erect cock, then back down to slap against his thigh. The force of the blow pulled Luke out of dream land and back into a living nightmare as they rebounded to the original position.

“Of course, there’s always a third possibility..” Sarah pondered. She’d returned to a ready position a couple of steps back, tapping her right boot this time. ..”If I connect, spot on, I’ll probably kick them clean off your body and splatter them on the window behind you.” She pointed at it, and Luke leaned his head back to stare at the window for a moment. He never saw the second kick connect, but by god he felt it. He started gagging in pain and shaking uncontrollably. Everything was sloshing around inside him and the pain just kept going and going. Unlike the first kick, he’d been fully back to consciousness when this one landed and whether it was because of all the previous abuse, or the angle or whatever, he couldn’t take it. Tears streamed, snot flew out of his nose and he strained at everything trying to close his legs. He started blubbering and begging her to stop.

Sarah let him rant and wail for a minute. Then said “Shush, get hold of yourself.” Luke was in agony, attempting to thrash and close his legs, or cup his balls, anything, but he couldn’t get free, he could barely squirm. Eventually, the absolute worst of it had passed and the visible trembling slowed.

“Look at me Luke.” He quieted a bit and studied her. Sarah flexed her arms for him, doing a few quick poses, then shook out her quads and slapped them; hard enough to sound like gunshots. She was only wearing those amazing leggings and the gray steel boots. Luke looked closely at them and realized that both work boots were flecked with red spots on the toes. His red spots…

“Now, I’ve put in thousands of hours in the gym, building muscle and gaining mass. I’ve spent even longer in the dojo, learning how to deploy all that to the best of my ability.” She did a deep side stretch, showing off her calves and inner thighs. “All of that power, all that training and all my fury, is going to be focused into the steel toe of this boot.” She walked over to Luke and planted her right booted foot onto his chest, just inches from his chin. She leaned down on him to emphasize her weight. “Because this is what you want; more than that, it’s what you need. You need to know if you can handle it.”

“No, please no!!” Luke started to beg again, cold sweat broke him into shivers, and he nearly wet himself in fear. “Please, I’ll give you anything, just please don..” Sarah put a finger over his lips, cutting him off.

“No Luke. You agreed to this kick already. You deserve this kick. Hell, you’ve earned it from me. It’s my goddamn hardest shot, no one, no one! has ever felt it. You won’t have any uncertainty left after I smash this boot into you. It’ll be our little secret.” Luke shook his head, but Sarah slapped him. “Listen!!” She flexed her thigh, popping the quads. “This is going to happen and there is nothing, absolutely nothing you can say or do to stop that from happening.” She removed her steel clad foot from his chest and moved back to her starting position. She turned to face him, deadly serious. “What you can choose is whether you take it like a man or take it like a bitch, because it’s going to be game over either way.”

This gave Luke pause from the frantic attempts to work his legs free. They weren’t budging anyway. He stared deeply, seeing how focused she was, lining up her target. Her eyes were stone and he realized that he wasn’t getting out of this. Hell, he’d asked for this in the first place, sorta. She was almost certainly going to cripple him with this kick. He thought about it for a second, then decided he wanted Sarah to be proud of him. He sighed and took a deep breath. “Sarah.. I’m crazy for you, and if I survive this, you owe me a drink, somewhere quiet.”

Her eyes softened for just a moment. “It’s a date. Now tell me you want me to do this.”

He gulped, “I.. want this. Hell, I need this, I need you! Please don’t hold back.” He focused on her, wanting to capture everything. He saw her core tighten, the neck muscles pulsed and he was fairly sure, a hint of wetness was glistening her eyes.

“Goodnight my Macho Man..” Sarah accelerated towards his prone form, three running steps and she launched a soccer kick with her right boot at Luke with blinding speed and the force of a police ram. She connected directly into his bound sack. Unlike the first two kicks, it didn’t ricochet off, instead squarely impacting in the middle. His scrotum deformed around the toe of her boot as she drove it in relentlessly. Somewhat luckily, the tread connected with the pelvic bone, transferring all of that momentum into Luke’s body, so his balls didn’t get splattered over the window. However, all of that damaged tissue was caught between the boot tip and bone, forcing it out flat.

Luke barely had time to register the initial impact before he felt a massive surge of pressure inside his cock. Hot iron brands were being applied to his groin, but as that fire lash of pain was striking, another almost as painful fire jetted from the head of his member. It was an incredibly intense spasm, a mix of ecstasy and agony. He felt something hot and sticky splash him in the chest and chin. The feeling just kept on going, pain and pleasure warring with each other, but then something firmer ejected from his cock. The sensation was overwhelming and he blacked out from the force of it.

—

Sarah had landed the kick spot on, and from the thud of impact, knew she’d just caved in his testicles. She watched as Luke spasmed wildly under the force of the blow. Suddenly, she noticed his brutalized manhood was bucking all on its own. Before she’d had time to remove her foot from the wreckage of his balls, a huge load of white and red fluid fountained up from his cock. The initial jet of material shot up into his face and chest, but then he just kept on pulsing, spurting up more and more stuff. She looked on in amazement as it went on and on, hips thrusting madly, and then something that looked more like wet gray oatmeal spunked out in a deluge onto his stomach. Luke’s body sagged in the bonds and he collapsed.

Sarah quickly leaned in to check his pulse and breathing to make sure she hadn’t killed him by accident. No, he was just out cold, pulse was a bit thready, but solid. She looked down at the disaster splattered all over his torso. “Well, I’ve heard of coughing up your balls, but this one is new to me.” She ran a finger down and fished up a tiny bit of the chunky matter. “I made human peanut butter.” She tasted the little gob of pulverized testicle. “A little salty, but fresh from the churn.” She chuckled to herself while removing the hairband and untying his legs, then went to the bathroom to wash up a bit.

When she came back in, Luke was still out, really out. She splashed some water on him, but got no response at all. “So much for date night.” she murmured, half smiling she went to her bedroom, took out a sheet of paper and composed a note. When she was done, she looked around the wreckage of the main room, and of Luke and muttered to herself about having to do the housework.

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Luke awoke in a hospital bed, about a day later. The doctors had given him a summary of his injuries; 3 cracked ribs, broken nose, bruised pelvis, black eye, one partially ruptured testicle, a penile fracture and.. “Well, there just wasn’t anything we could find of the other testicle.” The doctor said, “A few scraps, but that was it. I’m sorry, we did what we could to patch up the other. With a few days bedrest, you should be back on your feet.” and he left with that.

Luke got the story of how he’d arrived here from one of the nurses. He’d been found in a park by some good samaritan; a tall blonde lady who’d been out jogging and found him by the trail. She’d paid for a cab to take him to the hospital. He’d told the police he didn’t remember anything about the incident and left it at that.

He was discharged later that day. He only had his jogging zip-up hoodie and a pair of running pants, no shirt or underwear. He put his hands in his pockets and felt his wallet and keys in one, a cell phone and a sheet of folded paper in the other. He took a taxi home in a sense of euphoria the whole time, though whether that was from Sarah or the pain killers, he wasn’t sure.

Once he got back to the apartment, he poured himself a generous helping of scotch and grabbed some frozen mixed veggies to plunk down on his junk. As he lay on the couch, he took out the paper and unfolded it.


Dear Macho Man,
I had a lot of fun with you today. It took a lot of balls to put yourself through all of that. Hope at least one is still kicking around. I’ve never seen anyone take that kind of punishment. You should be proud of yourself. I hope the recovery isn’t too painful or too long, I’d love to take you up on that drink the next time you are in Chicago. In the meantime, try to be careful about who you bet with, the house usually wins. Hope you had as good a time as I did.
-S
P.S. Send me a text once you are back on your feet so I know you’re ok
P.P.S. Check your jacket pocket, I left your winnings there.


Luke felt around in the jacket, then noticed a small lump on the inside pocket. He unzipped it and felt something textured and soft. He pulled out a scarlet red sports bra, and on the tag was a hand drawn heart with Sarah written in cursive over it.