Fear? Yes. Happiness? Guess. I expected his first blow to be at least somewhat tentative, but I was wrong. It was hard, it was solid, and it landed ri...ht across the middle of my ass. It stung like hell, and I gave a loud hoarse gasp as the pain rocketed through me. But that wasn't all I felt. There was an unholy joy, a dark, twisted, possibly inhuman response that was beyond all control. I hadn't felt it in a long time. It was like coming home. To hell, but home."You okay?" I heard Logan. Sheila sleeping in the room next to you is fine. I wouldn't ask more than that ma'am. Sheila wouldn't allow anything like that anyway. We've already talked about, ah, what is, ah, appropriate behavior." He sputtered to a stop; red faced again. Finally he gathered himself and with as much dignity as he could muster asked, "Martha, can Sheila stay in the guest room next to your bedroom until the wedding? I give you my word that neither I nor Sheila will do anything to shame your home." Of course. *"I can't believe we couldn't find him," I whined, surprising even myselfwith how high my new voice could go."We can't just give up," Jess replied. I was getting used to listening tomy old voice talk - it was still weird, of course, hearing Jess'sphrasings come out of my mouth, but it wasn't as jarring as it had beenat first."What else can we do?"We'd checked everywhere we could; bus stops, train stations, evenchurches (that had been my idea). The priest, whoever he was, was longgone."Tomorrow,. At first, I thought it was a dream. I felt my bed move so very slightly. I felt a faint touch on my arms, felt them move under another's guidance, felt hands gentle on my wrists. Soft hands placed something over my eyes. My eyes opened but I could not see. I knew it must be a dream. Yet, I tried to move, only to find my arms bound above me to my bed."What? What's happening?" I cried out.A rough hand crushed my breast. I felt my flesh ooze between my captor's fingers as pain coursed through my.