I know i know, please don’t make a fuss. I want none of this hero worship.
But sometimes you have to just put aside any thoughts of personal danger. You make that split-second decision to act. It’s an instinct that some of us have and some of us don’t. That ability to seize the moment, stare death in the face and yet still risk everything. Last night was just such a night.
It started out as any other night. I was relaxing, almost naked, at a fetish party, in the swimming pool but events unfolded before my eyes like an opening sequence of Casualty.
Like any sinful woman in search of salvation should, Ingrid’s head was below the waterline, ministering unto my needs. But as time passed, it became apparent that once her lungs were empty of air, there was nothing to stop her nose filling with water. There was nothing for it. I had to do it. The only other option would have been to pull her up. Are you kidding? Here was a blonde sinner in need of salvation. Worshipping as she was the Holy Tool of Enlightenment, I couldn’t just pull her away – she would have been heartbroken i’m sure.
No dear listener. With not a moment to lose, and with no thoughts of my own danger, i reached under the water – and held her nose firmly shut.
Hallelujah!! She was able to continue her veneration of supplication for many many moments longer and her life was saved.
Please try not to embarrass me. “IC hero of the month” would be going too far and a bronze statue might be a little over the top as well (well i suppose life-size would be ok) oh go on then if you must.
Incidentally, Ingrid (who has a new favourite song) rather boastfully proclaimed that most women couldn’t actually do this. Well ladies? Should we inaugurate the Underwater Deep Throat Challenge?
Contestants and judges step forward.