Eventually Sarah and Craig got up. Sarah didn't pick me up though. I was left, still covered in his now cold yet sticky seed on his bedside table where I'd landed. Sarah got herself dressed and picked up her handbag. She then walked out of the room and I was left alone.
It was ours later when Craig walked back into the room. He was on the phone. He picked me up in his enormous hands.
"Yeah, it's here," he said. "You left it on my bedside table. I'll keep it for you until I see you again." As Craig hung up he rubbed the smooth back of my bracelet between his thick fingers. He then draped me over one wrist and looked down at me. I thought it was a small mercy that Sarah had removed a link, otherwise he would have been able to fasten me there. As Craig touched me feelings of excitement and delight rolled through me. It seemed that I was impervious as to who touched me: just being touched would be enough to sexually arouse me; not that such arousal would do me any good. At the same time my homophobic side was coming through. I was disgusted and repulsed at myself for the fact that I was aroused by another man's touch. At length Craig dropped me down on his bedside table again where I would watch him sleep until he next saw Sarah.
A few days later Craig picked me up. He dropped me into his trouser pocket before leaving his house. Inside his pocket was dark and hot. And so close to his genitals, separated by just a couple of pieces of fabric, I could smell his scent. At length I heard him speaking to Sarah and his hand reached into his pocket and grabbed me. He pulled me out and handed me to her. I took in my surroundings. This man was in my living room with my girlfriend. Sarah barely looked at me. She threw me down on the coffee table.
"Thanks," she said. "Are you staying tonight?"
Not long after Craig and Sarah went to bed, leaving me alone and abandoned in the living room.