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It's only two weeks until Halloween. As is tradition now, there will be festivities and executions.

The scaffold stage has been erected and it's the respectable and masculine counterpart to the frivolous tendencies of a block party for this community.

Now the scaffold stage is further away at the end of the street that is blocked off for the party, whereas it originally shared the same terminus as the main stage with the MC.

Let's go back to some history. This stage fantasy started with Batman and Robin act. On that same street, Batman paraded his bound and collared Robin to the scaffold to enact his "retirement" with his neck on the chopping block.

The show was a hit. As with such creative strokes, it was merely an afterthought of an afterparty at the time.

I miss you so much, I love you so much, my friend and partner. I'll introduce you to the folks here perhaps as Warden, nice codename for you. You have my heart forever, nothing will replace you and our special friendship. You are gone too soon.

It turned out the way it did, that miraculous week, that we pledged our love and our bond, in part because I also gave you a view into my deepest fantasies where I would be the subject of capital punishment.

And you were kind and understanding of this even though this kind of thing didn't do anything for you. This is what made you such a great guy, that you would indulge in the fantasies of others.

One time I have you a t-shirt to wrap around my head, and later doing the same with a pillow case.

And of course during that special week I confessed you to my fantasy of being readied for execution. Just not to be too weird I shared the scenario of dangling and swinging. We even looked at how to role-play that when we went to the ranch. Perhaps I would be wearing the boots I bring to the ranch. There's that nice big oak tree that is already holding up a tractor-tire as a swing. Also plenty of space in the bunk-house.

I never did tell you about the chopping block fantasies though, but I think you would have also been okay with it. We could have role-played that on the grassy greens behind your home. You did shop around and get yourself some costuming, like a black hood. I would have loved to see you in a full headsman's outfit.

When you had me on the massage table I also imagined a scene. Something like a last favors for the condemned. The way the head and neck is off the edge of the table, and the face resting on its own support, also made me think this could be the final position of submission.