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S & M

Like gay people in straight clubs, or vice versa. Or people who like to be peed on at the supermarket. Or paedophiles in phone boxes.

Peter was considering how desires somehow separated a person from society. The small-talk amongst colleagues in Marco's on a Friday after work was enough to make anyone a tad twisted and introvert.
   A thirty-year-old woman was twittering on and on about a new bathroom suite she'd just bought. The bathroom topic had been running for some time. He felt he was about ready to admit defeat, dispense with the pleasantries, and make his excuses and leave when:-

“I like sliding into a bath that's only one degree below actually scalding your skin. The pain's excruciatingly delicious,” Susanna was usual quiet and conscientious at work.
   Peter's ears pricked-up on hearing his secret password. Pain.

At Digby's for last orders Peter positioned himself next to Susanna.
   “So do you get off on the pain of going out with everyone from work?” He asked.
   “What a strange question, Peter. Do you think you know something I don't?”
   “I think I do and the fact that you're avoiding answering, or even answering in the way you are, leads me to believe I am right.”
   “You think so, do you?”
   “I do.”
   “Okay. Okay,” she relented and thought for a second, “pain isn't half as fun when it's avoidable. I mean, it's better when it shouldn't exist within a given situation. You know what I mean?”
   Peter did.

Splitting off from the group they discussed their tastes.
   Peter was excited at the prospect that this newly discovered bond between them could lead to intimacy after closing time.

“So which do you prefer, giving pain or receiving it?” He asked.
   She downed the rest of her drink, “Sorry Pete. I do have to go now. I need to be up early in the morning. Tons to do tomorrow. But if you really want me to answer that one, I'm sure we'll both find out at work on Monday morning?”

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