He was undressing. I took in his suburban dad windbreaker and his New Balance sneakers and smirked before I forced myself back into my peaceful preten... sleep. I felt his bare skin rub along mine as he climbed into my bed. I felt his legs on either side of me. I thought maybe he would just start fucking me while I pretended to sleep, but he moved up along my body until his thighs squeezed my ribcage and I felt his head poke my chin. I chose to pretend to wake up then. I stretched and opened my. "Bump. And now the RV careened wildly.Spinning, turning, now flipping. Over and over again, the sound of smashing metal, screeching on sleet covered pavement, And then over again, sliding now into something solid. And with a heave, and a crash, stopped. And Henrietta, weakened arms and all, held rigid....The sleet had turned to hail. The ravine beside the road was mud. Henrietta untied Chantal laboriously. They tumbled out of the back doors. Desiree had been tossed through the shattered. His office was masculine and cozy and smelled like the potted ferns in the two corners to either side of the bay window. The floor to ceiling mahogany bookshelves along the wall to my right were filled with leather bound medical texts, manuals and workbooks, a hardback of the DSM-IV, and the yellow paperback edition of Feeling Good, almost identical to the barely read copy I gave away to another patient in my last outpatient group therapy. There was a long leather couch along the wall to my. After a few moments, it stopped. I hadn't climaxed yet, and I think he was very aware. He instructed me to stay exactly where I was, not to move and he left the room. On his return, I could hear and sense the motion of more than just him. People were in the room with us. Seeing only darkness with the hood tight over my face, I didn't know what was coming. I heard whispered words but couldn't make out who was where, or to whom my husband was speaking. Then the exciting and surprising words.