A mask covered her head and face, it had zips across her mouth and eyes to allow her to speak and see when her mistress wished. There was a hole in th... back of the mask and through it protruded a long pony tale of straight blond hair, which fell almost to her waist. Her hands were tied behind her back, secured using steel cuffs that matched her collar; the cuffs were attached to each other with a small padlock. Higher up her arms a single leather strap was buckled tightly so that her elbows. “You do need the appropriate cookware but it’s a good compromise.”“Actually, the kitchen layout is okay. I don’t even mind the linoleum floors and countertops.”“Most modern consumers would consider the kitchen a gut job,” Kara replied. “They’d knock down the wall to the dining room and make it open concept.”“For my purposes, the kitchen is fine as is,” answered Adam. “I’d update the range, put in a refrigerator and that’s about it.”“What about a dishwasher?” Kara asked. “We might as well plan. .Then again, she had a crucifix on and a rosary, so that might have something to do with it. No doubt, she thought that I was a charlatan, leading people to Hell, but she still had a job to do. Well, I wasn’t content with that. She had crossed paths with me, had been in the wrong place at the wrong time, and that would only one thing: liberation from the past. Besides, I couldn’t let her conscience torment her over bullshit one more day. Sure, she was a merely a civil servant to whom I had. Eve's sexual interest in Tim diminished and waned as a result.Eve's vision was clear: two adults, one life, raising children, a nuclear family. Why should she emotionally and sexually invest in Tim if he didn't value their married life the same way she did?She'd hoped it was a phase. She'd hoped Tim would change.He didn't.When Tim married Eve, he wanted a wife to share his achievements and his adventures. He lived his life as Tim-plus-Eve.The dichotomy of the two separate marriages simply.