I wronged her. I’ll take responsibility.”“Is that just something you’re saying, Mr. Cockrell, or do you mean it.”“I mean it. I’ll try to...make things right.”Jake restored his vision.“Good. Now let’s talk about how you’re going to do that.”“What can I do?”“Let’s start with you sharing her shame.” Jake activated feelings of shame in Cockrell and turned them up high.“Stop it. What are you doing to me?”“That’s what shame feels like, Mr. Cockrell. It seems fair to me that you should have to endure it. You were looking so dejected, that’s why I thought I will cheer you up. She was beaming. I considered and I thought she was right. Ok thanks very much for your concern. I told you that my life is in shambles actually my sex life is in shambles. I am married only few months back and I feel I am masturbating when I have sex with her. She spreads her legs and lies there watching TV as I pound her and there is no emotion at all in her. I blurted out and my face turned crimson whisky is making you. 'Do you trust me?' she asked. Shit, nothing like grinding my nose in it."Jack responded. "I really don't think that was what she was trying to do, Ken. I'm not sure just what she was thinking but I really don't think she was deliberately rubbing you nose in it. From what Laura told me..." Laura, when did you talk to her?" She and Tara came down to our room right after you left. Laura wanted to try and apologize; they only missed you by two or three minutes. They both felt like shit. Tara had. Tonight might work.I'm dressed right. Slacks, dark wig, knit top, Mary Jane flats, fakeglasses. I can't risk any clothing interference when I grab her. Oh boy,that car next to hers is moving. I'll grab that spot. Check the remoteside door opener. OK. Works. Check chloroform. OK. Now. Go into store,confirm. Purchases? No. Take cart. Mustn't look suspicious. Where isshe? Next aisle? No. Next? No. Ah there she is! Yes! It is she! My love,my future bride, my sex slave! I can see her now,.