It was all she knew about doing something like this. She did to him what he had done to her.He put his hands on her head and pushed until she had to l...ave him. She looked up, confused and worried. He pulled her up and crushed her against him, kissing her hard. When he stopped, he kept his lips close to hers.“I love what you’re doing, but I want you to have fun while you do it. Just do what feels natural to you. Don’t worry about me. I’ll love whatever you do. Just enjoy getting to know him in. It’s just that you really, really favor her, you know?”I couldn’t know, of course. I couldn’t know the dreams that had lain between them, dreams probably still hot and burning in his hands when she died. He told me about her, about her ginger hair and hazel eyes and fair skin and freckles, just like mine. He told me about New York, where he was from, and where he and his wife had lived. He told me about their son, left behind when he’d come to Texas looking for a fresh start.And as he spoke he. Every aspect of his personal hygiene nowhad to be handled by Richard; a development Paul was at first veryreluctant to accept. However, once he had accepted it he found that itstrengthened his natural submissiveness something awful and havingRichard care for his every need, catering to him all the time, made himfeel so very special, so very cherished and valued. Shaving had always been a pain for Paul, but using a special arrangementwith a fixed electric razor and moving his head instead of the. For whatever reason, it didn't provoke that response in me.She was back in less than two minutes and sat beside me on the sofa."I guess I should apologize to you, Doug. I didn't mean to blindside you like that this morning. If you aren't comfortable with staying, then now's the time to say so." I'm fine with it," I answered truthfully. "But ... I guess I'm wondering what I should read into it?" You mean ... like us getting back together again?" Exactly that." I can't answer the question because.