The Sleep Walk I visited my Aunties farm last week. Since my uncle Conrad died she has been rather lonely. I remember I woke up about 2:00am, suddenly, and couldnt get back to sleep. I gently padded downstairs in my underpants to the kitchen to fetch a glass of water. I stood there, in the inky dark sipping gently at my drink gazing out across the moonlit field. Quiet. Still. Calm. The only way I can explain what happened next is.. well.. I cant explain it. I blacked out. I woke to find myself bombing across the damp and muddy field to the stable. Wet black mud flicking up on my pale cold lithe young legs. My mouth bubbled with foamy tears.. my eyes red.. my chest stinging from wheezing... I was compelled. I was RUNNING. I reached the door to the stables. I blacked out. I awoke on the hay strewn floor of the annexed barn. The sounds of horses, braying and clopping around filtered dreamily over the rafters.. circling and fizzing into my ears. My body was covered in semi dried sweat.. straw sticking to it. I looked out across the room. My heart nearly stopped. Josephine was collapsed a few feet in front of me. Josephine, my uncle's lame donkey. An uncle, too soft hearted to put a ruined mammal to sleep. And now I find this gentle four legged soul, seemingly dead before me. As my eyes adjusted to the low light I saw something simply horrific. Just underneath the poor donkeys tail.. I saw a glinting, shimmering shine. Where the back legs meet the stomach, in that particular place. A seeping, weeping shine. I felt sick to my stomach. Realisation clawed at me. I had made love to this crippled donkey, and then bludgeoned it to death. Or.. perhaps the latter first. Oh god. Oh GOD!! I thought. This was seriously turning me on. I got to my feet and peeped through a gap in the wooden slates. My Aunt didnt seem to have been awoken. I had at least another 2 good hours with the aminals cadaver. I slip softly over Jospehine at gently entered her. I kissed her and intercoursed her real good.