" Frank, please," I begged. "I can't take another minute of this. Do forEvan what you did for me. Roll him back to how he was before all thisbegan. Un...o all the stupid swaps we made to him. Bring him back to me." It's Evan's decision," you said, turning to him."Evan?" No." He shook his head. "I'm sorry, Ellen, but I don't want to go backto that." What?" My heart leapt up into my throat."If you change me back, 'll be a stranger in my own life. I... I wantyou to leave me like I was." He looked. The next moment was unbelievably crazy. He handed me the phone and said in a stern, swift voice, "Here. Take it! Maybe you can talk some sense into her."I was between two situations now! I didn't want him to leave his own wife (or cheat on her as I was hoping) but at the same time would enjoy making the man in front of me cum because I cared so deeply about this nice slightly tall bit of handsome! What in the ... was wrong with me?Such an uncomfortable spot.I picked up the phone. "Hey. Is this. But he didn’t like thinking about the Convention; that was the place where slaves went to be sold. He knew he was a slave, unworthy of his Master’s affections, but he wished desperately to stay with his Master. Forever.He crawled onto the large mattress, the comfortable blankets and lush pillows calling to him. The canopied bed had large hangings which his Master promptly shut, and Jack lay down obediently, spreading his arms and legs. His Master was propped on his elbow next to him, and Jack. It was passionate and filled with positive caring emotion. It was the type of sexual congress that was given willingly to lovers.There was the congress of relief in which a participant expected fun and sexual release from his or her partner. It was a one-sided form of congress, almost selfish at root, unless both partners recognized it for what it was: relief. Having lain with many a married man, she recognized that it had nothing to do with marriage and love. Being a woman, she knew that it.