[End]
The last memory would, ordinarily, have been just fine by Jack. He knew both people involved, the sex was consensual, and they seemed happy enough, even if it was all a little twisted.
But it all rang too closely to the assaults he'd felt early on, to the sort of sex he was busy reviling himself for wanting, and it just dug those feelings in even deeper. Maybe it was fine for some people, people good enough to handle it, people who loved each other, but not for him. It only went to show that he was wrong down to his core.
He slid off the bed. It was still morning, still quiet. There was a full day left until nightfall, but that was fine. He needed time to get everything prepared.