It had been a long time since she’d had nerves related to going to bed with someone – but then, it had been a long time since she’d done that, t...o. She supposed a bit of anxiety was probably normal.It would have been easier with anyone else, she thought; not that she wanted to take anyone else to bed, but knowing that she likely had only this one encounter – one single night – to prove to them both that they had something worth fighting for was nerve-wracking. If they were somehow incompatible. “Is this it?” she asks Donald. He confirms that is the room which, during the first year he was at the academy, became a torture chamber to him. Emma moves her hand around his waist and hugs him tightly.It is funny, though, while seeing it again did cause tremors. Donald realizes that the past does not quite haunt him like it used to. Everything in his life is so great right now, and that was so long ago. The past perhaps is settling in to be just that, the past.During the pre-dinner. I would cause way to many headaches for him. I sounded like I expected him to give his undying love to me this very moment. His hand touched the door knob he turned but then stopped. Looking at me he smiled as he winked at me. ‘Abigail you are a dangerous woman. The young man that wins your heart will be forever left off balanced by you. Your beautiful, intelligent, remarkably the best sex therapist ever was known. I look upon your beauty right now I regret one thing, I regret I am not a man of. If the power goes out, I don’t want to wrestle that sixteen foot overhead door by hand.’ ‘That makes sense. It’s hard, trying to make allowances for the power possibly being out for two or three days, when we’re standing here with the lights on and the stove cooking. Oooh, I bet that pole took out our TV cable. Try it.’ I did, and got nothing but snow. ‘We’ll just have to think of something to entertain ourselves with. Maybe I can make a list of the possibilities. How detailed a list do you.