I Love You Like Crazy

Hector Returns

The hot water cascaded down John's back. It was hot enough tolerate yet still burned. The pain was freeing, overcoming the pain was emboldening.  It was like having sex with Gabrielle. The way she bit and scratched, how she pulled and kicked; it was all a good hurt. It left John with ouch points on his back and shoulders. If he pressed them, they stung and reminded him of Gabrielle.
Gabrielle was hottest when she was tied up ankle to wrist. Her opening begging for pleasure glistened with anticipation and if it didn't, John could coax it without interruption. When her flower swelled and trembled at his touch, he knew it was time. He gave her what she wanted. He thrust deep inside her until she tightened around his hard cock and her aching pussy milked his manhood. They both exploded with moans of ecstasy. Her hard nipples begged to be pinched as she squirt on his loins.  He untied her as he softened within her. They kissed softly and soundly slept in each other's arms.
John didn't realize how aroused he was becoming. He changed the water temperature. Cold water would relax him before he talked to Hector. Hector doesn't like it when John loses control. It showed weakness. John faced the water to let it drip down onto his shaft. He had to train it to behave. Like ice picks, the cold water pelted his dirty pleasure seeking member. John held his breath until his arousal passed.
John turned around. The water trickled down the tiled walls. It ran down the steamed shower door. John searches the trails of water on the shower door. They cross-cross and intersect. John traces the paths with his finger. Hector is in there somewhere. John took a step back to look at the finger tracings. Finally, Hector pushes forward and reveals his message on the door.
"Hello, John," greeted Hector, "How have you been?"
"I've been great, Hector," John says like an anxious child, "They're releasing me from therapy."
John traced the water droplets on the door again looking for Hector's response.
"I heard," Hector began, "I'm proud of you. So when are you finished?"
"First, I will go before the court," started John, "because the psychiatrist has to testify that I'm safe." 
"Are you safe, John?" asked Hector.
"Of course I am!" John retorted, "There was nothing wrong in the first place. It was all a huge misunderstanding."
"What about that whore?" spat Hector, "What are you going to do about her? This is all her fault."
"I don't know yet," mumbled John, "I'm not allowed to go near her or speak to her."
"How are you supposed to vindicate yourself if you're not allowed to see her or speak to her?" questioned Hector.
"I don't know," John looked down. He felt unprepared. He didn't think of these things.
"John don't be an idiot," snapped Hector, "You let that bitch walk all over you and play you like a fool. Don't say you don't know! You need to vindicate yourself!"
"You're right Hector," John kicked the water pooling in the tub, "you're always right."
"I know I am," Hector said, "now get out of the shower and start people searching online. She can't be far. Her family lives here."
"Yes!" John beamed, "I'll start there."
John turned off the water. Hector disappeared. John stepped into the bath mat a new man with a mission.  He had to find Gabrielle.