It took me a few moments to pick myself up off the floor after the last time Faith slammed me into the wall. Face it Rupert, I told myself, you just aren't bouncing back the way you used to. I could only thank the gods for small mercies: I wasn't unconscious, and I waited until Faith left before I broke down. I didn't realise it was such a near-run thing. Now that the adrenalin wasn't keeping me buoyed any longer and I didn't have to save face, all I felt was weak, and sore. Very, very sore. I dragged myself over to the sofa and fell onto it.
'You're looking more than a little worse for wear,' I commented after I let myself back in. I was going to pay for this later, and I knew it. One glare would have told me that, if I hadn't known already. Yes, the day would come, but it hadn't arrived yet -- so the opportunity was just too irresistible to pass up.
'What's the matter, Rupert? Forget the safety word?'
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