Amazed at how normal it felt for him to be implying that I should go in, that I would ever be in the same world as him and be within an arms length of...touching him, I entered the house. Exactly what did he think I was? Had my obedience just acceded to some kind of assumption he had made about me? An odd sense of melancholy began in me, as if I had just become part of a larger force that would carry me with no assured end, but with a foreboding feeling that I would encounter unhappiness and. ." For all time..."Christine heard the words, but she was so lost in her desperate need to slake the fire, which raged through her body that she had no idea if she spoke or if Erik spoke them. And, she did not care."Oh, Erik! Oui!"He allowed a relieved groan to slip free as her words shattered the last bonds of his restraint and he began to fulfill her need with his own urgent rhythm. His mouth moved down the delicate column of her throat and he nipped at her delicate flesh. Dragging his hands. Would she a) slap me, stomp back into the bathroom, put her dress on and stomp out of the room, or b) burst into tears.She surprised me by doing neither. "I'll be damned," she said."I doubt that seriously, but then I don't know you well enough to know for sure."Her mouth actually twitched. "I'll be fucking goddamned." Please, there's a lady present!"She smirked, "I doubt that seriously, but then I don't know you well enough to know for sure."I couldn't help it. I laughed out loud. She didn't,. I tucked the gifts I had bought in the closet in the hall, hung my coat and went to see who was here. The sight in the den was enough to make any scrooge forget about the cold and the snow and the horrors of crowded department stores. Two of our dearest friends in the building had joined Jessica to make war on the eggnog, and they were in a very good mood. Jessica, who rarely drank, was giggling like a schoolgirl, and cooed happily when she saw me in the doorway. ‘Baby! Come in! We were just.