The realization brings me to the edge. I reach down and grab the base of the Rod; my last resort for prolonging the misery. I can tell the shift in my position has alerted her. The stokes stops and the squeezing starts. Tighter. Her feet slip out of alignment and overlap. Tighter. I cave and give in. Tighter. It surges up and attempts to erupts out. Tighter. My hips buckle and another gush surges up. Tighter. It slowly oozes out in thick white globs. Tighter.