Epilogue

Christina never returned that night. She had disappeared into one of the glory hole cabins, probably the one where her boyfriend worked for the discount. There was no way to be sure. Quinn idly stroked her clit, still pinned to the floor by the inflated dildo when Ralph showed up. With his trimmed full beard and the three-piece dark suit he looked handsome as ever.

“Hey, Papa Bear,” Quinn shouted, blowing him a kiss. “I’d get up for you, but I’m knotted.”

“Hello, Quinn.”

The way he walked was different tonight. Heavy steps. More serious. His smile seemed forced. He didn’t call me Muffin!

“We've been together for almost four years now,” he started. “And it’s been one hell of a ride.”

“Yes. We had a lot of fun, didn’t we?”

A cold hand reached inside her, squeezing her heart. Oh God, no. He's breaking up with me. My man’s breaking up with me.

“We had a lot of fun,” she repeated, her voice flat. “Right?”

Quinn sat up straight, her sphincter clenched around the base of the dildo, feeling the dull ache. Close to tears, she brushed over the dried excrement on her left breast.

Act like an adult! Don't cry, and don't make a scene. He’s been nothing but good to you; if he wants to move on, don’t make it hard on him.

He swallowed. “I… uh… I have a question that I wanted to ask for quite a while.” He chuckled, but it was a nervous chuckle. “I thought it’s fitting to do it here, considering our lifestyle.”

She took a deep, ragged breath. “Yes?”

He fumbled a small box out of his pocket and got down on one knee.

She stared at him, then at the gleaming ring inside the box, her eyes wide with disbelief. Shit, shit, shit. What’s happening?

“Quinn, you are the love of my life. Will you marry me?”

Oh my God. Oh my God. Is he serious?

“Are you fucking serious?” she screamed, trying to get up, but the knot of the dildo held her pinned to the floor.

“I am. And I will do anything in my power to make you happy.”

She shook her head and stared at him, her tears flowing freely now.

“I’m always happy when I’m with you,” she sobbed. “Promise you’ll never leave me.”

With the back of her shaking hand she wiped the tears from her cheeks, the salty water bringing the dried, crusted shit back to life.

Still on his knee, he smiled at her. “That’s exactly why I want to marry you, Muffin. So you’re saying yes?”

“Yes! God yes! Oh my God! Get me out of his fucking cage, I need to kiss you!”