.furiously...uncontrollably....I felt as though Iwere going to melt. And then he'd continue with the conversation and withina minute or two I'd compos... myself.Looking back, I guess I was falling under his control even then.We'd discussed virtually everything in the past, there were no taboos. Allof the (to my mind) shocking, embarrassing fantasies that I harboured,fantasies I'd tried to repress but that just never went away...we talkedabout them all, with no judgement, no lecherous comments,. The inside of our tent was dim, the taiga biome’s linelight cool and grey through the thin fabric.Hiking to the bow had taken us three days, our progress slowed by an unexpectedly early microwinter, the snow falling so deep we’d been forced to stop while the factos fabricated poles and snowshoes. We’d finally made camp a few hours from the entrance to the Cupola capsule, bundling the youngest children inside their tents as the temperature continued to plummet. After a hasty evening meal,. Harvey leaned over and wispered "what the hell are you doing" i wispered back "acting out every loves the bads ones by the looks of it" we ate are meal and i burped really loud and my mom breathed out loud to sign she was getting angry at me i spoke to one of the guess and said to him "so what bitch you shagging now a days" the guess was shocked and looked at me in a really bad way harvey turned to me and said "are you quite finished" so i said to him "you dont like it you know a divorce is. It’s not all black males in the world are born to become the vigorous pounders of women in need of sex”“I know, it’s that I cannot stop thinking about a black male taking me to the bed and letting me do every single stuff in the book that deals with sex. Sorry if it offends you in a certain way, but it’s my fantasy”“You should not apologize for that, Diane. I understand you, but it’s just we ain’t born just to fulfill the fantasies of unsatisfied women, you know…”“I know, I know. But you must.