Her hair smelled sweet. I felt lust stirring inside me a bit, but then a strange thought occurred to me.Babbling? She thinks I babble.The lust died as...my ego for some reason turned away from the almost worshipful adoration she'd been showering on me the past few weeks, and decided to obsess over one little comment she'd made."We should get going," Charlotte said."We've still got ten minutes, Char. There's no hurry."She got out of the car, without answering and slammed the door, walking away. We married not long after and he evenhelped me settle on the name Lucy, rather than Jane Doe. In the lastdecade he'd risen up the ranks in his firm and was now one of the toplawyers in the city. I became a home maker. Spending my days cleaning andcooking so that he had a wonderful place to come back to. The only issuewe ever had was he didn't like to talk about his past. He said I didn'thave one, so he only wanted to think about the future with me. I knew hisfamily had died years ago in an. He froze as a wave of dizziness washed over him and bent over so that his hands were resting on his knees. He took a deep breath in the hope that his vision would clear up, but it only got worse. It seemed to him as if he were seeing two images of the world.Stomach feeling queasy, he took another deep breath to calm his stomach. His balance started to leave him and he knelt on the ground to keep from falling on his face. After thirty seconds on his knees he had to lean forward to support. "Despite being pleased with earning the Good girl, she was upset. She thought she'd actually enjoy being punished but she didn't, and big teardrops began to spill.Nick squeezed her cheek and then ran his hand back up her spine, seeing her cry. He felt that need to protect her overwhelm him and he pulled her back onto his lap properly, cradling her, holding her head to his chest as he whispered, "It's ok, you're safe here," speaking into her hair.She sobbed quietly into his chest, curled again,.