Wouldn’t you say? I mean, we went out on a pretty hot date tonight, and we both knew where it was going, but have you heard from that voice in your ...ead at all? Even once?”“No. I haven’t,” I admitted. “I haven’t heard from her for a long time, truth be told.”“See. It worked for you, me and you being together. Oh, I know it was more than just that. I know I’m not some bloody miracle cure or something, but us being together—even when we kept telling everyone and each other that we weren’t. I stared at it, swallowing hard because as soon as I'd seen it I could feel the pain, like it had been there all along unnoticed, just waiting for me to catch up. There were bruises, dull and yellowish blue, and the holes in my flesh, one perhaps an inch above the other where the ring penetrated and exited, were red and sore.It was in me deep, I realized, this thick circle of bone, and it was frightening. It was a couple inches in diameter and so neatly crafted that I couldn't see the joint. He also gave me a tube of antiseptic cream. As soon as I got home I took another long, hot bath. When the water started to cool I got out of the tub and stared at myself in the mirror.I don’t like what I see in my reflection. Looking at what Don has done to my body, even from so many miles away, is nearly at traumatic as the evening I just spent with Fiver and his friends. It’s all I can do to keep from curling up in a ball on the floor and crying hysterically as I stand here looking at what. I said most can’t but you can and she just smiled again. She then said that was the sexiest thing I have ever done, and I still had my clothes on! If you weren’t there I would never have done that because I would not have felt safe so thank you for the sexiest thing I have ever done! I just smiled and said that was very sexy. We pulled up at the house and I finished the lawn work and set up the tents while she finished in the house. She then walked out and asked what can I do now to.