Then you hear me walk out the door, it closing behind me. You are gutted, writhing against your ropes on the bed, naked and dripping. You moan and whi...per and call out. You start to lose all concept of time. have you been waiting 15 mins or an hour? You lie there in the dark with your pussy on fire, praying for my return. Then someone walks into the room. You call out my name but the person doesn’t answer. You can hear them walking around the bed. Are their foot steps heavier than mine? Is this. Take Marlene as an example. I know you can’t tell some patients, especially those suffering sexual, physical, or mental abuse, that you think they are full of shit. I expect you to believe those patients until you find the patient lying, exaggerating, or there is solid proof otherwise. Tell Marlene that you find what she is saying sounds pretty far-fetched and ask for some details. I know people can have some damn good imaginations, but you should be able to verify some things. Ask her about. " Quit calling me kid ok?" I said angrily."Ok, ok. I'm sorry Gabby."I leaned over and put my arms around him. He smelled like Irish Spring soap. I held him tight against me and felt his strong arms wrap around me like a blanket."Will you come visit me when you can?" I asked in a muffled voice."I will." I love you," I said. It felt different when I told him at that time. Being a child I didn't understand why it felt different. It just did."I love you too. Love you so much," he rasped and leaned. Yeah." I was ninety eight percent sure on that point but therewas no point clouding the issue."Okay." She thought for a minute. "But I get to be the husband." No." I surprised myself with how strongly I felt about it. "I alreadytried becoming the wife and it didn't work. Besides, we have to stay aswe are because the policeman could come back at any minute." I don't know..." It'll be fine." Jane..." Charles." What?" Call me Charles."She frowned. "What?" The names of the couple were on some mail.