”“You drove what, a thousand miles with a cat in the car? Really?”“Fifteen hundred. She had a cat box and food and water in the back seat. ...he cowered back there the first day, but by the afternoon of the second day she was curled up in the passenger seat pretty much all day. It was a great road trip. Me and Sophe.” She looked at him. She said, “That’s very sweet,” and he said, “Well, like I said, I love cats,” and he knew he was in, knew he had her, knew in the way she smiled as she said. He lifted her again and carried her limp form to the cabin. There he gently laid her on the cot. She felt his tears as they ran down his face and dripped on her naked body. She felt a certain sadness he was crying for her, but her lassitude wouldn't let her generate the effort to show she cared.Over the next 24 hours, she allowed him to care for her completely, even letting him clean her ass without comment when she had to shit. He did not make love to her that night. He wrapped her in his arms. Weston I see. Looks like you have decided to abandon the married name of Peabody for your maiden name. Does it feel any different being a Weston rather than a Peabody?"Honey was beginning to think the older man was a bit addled but she struggled to respond without using her usual caustic sarcasm to couch a reply. It would probably be non-productive to start off on the wrong foot since this was the person who would be directing her "behind enemy lines" activities in the near future."No, sir, I. I'm hit with another wave; everynerve in my body begs to have him inside me.I crawl forward, never taking my eyes from his eyes.Even now, in the heat of his passion, his eyes areclear, brilliant, loving, and so kind. This part isalways so bittersweet for him. The longing on hisface is undeniable, but it's always tinged withconcern and worry for fear of hurting me or movingtoo fast. I whisper to him again that tonight is hisnight, he sets the pace and he makes the rules. Thetruth is, he is the.