I still couldn’t speak. I continued to sit there with my palm held out towards him. Silence lingered between us for I don’t know how long, but I r...fused to utter a single word. Finally, he turned his full body towards me and spoke. ‘Karen, I have been telling you for the last six months that I didn’t think I could continue to wait. I still to this moment don’t understand why losing yourself in me would be such a handicap for you. I have caught you masturbating in my bed more than once. Do you. I need to hold her. I never want to let her go. And, although I understand that the world in which we spent time with Gustave was not real, it feels so strange to think of her as a woman and not a young girl. I know it goes against logic, but I almost feel perverted for having lustful thoughts about her. I wonder if she feels as strangely about this as I do, well, I suppose there is only one way to find out."He quietly opened the door to the bedroom he shared with his wife. She sat, propped up. With a twirl of his finger, Xavier increased the activity of the collar. Time was running out, she had to make her escape.She gave a small cough. Ahem "Excuse me, Sister Olivia? May I please be excused? I'm feeling sick."The nun turned to her, an annoyed scowl on her face."No, you may not. If you're feeling sick, that's the Lord punishing you for being a bad student. Don't you dare interrupt my lesson again."The collar was still active and becoming more intense, telling Helena that the deal was. He peered in each one half expecting to find them filled with something. He just placed them haphazardly in a row on the counter. Benny went over and arranged them by size.“You don’t drink tea. What are you going to put in it?”“I don’t know. My second wife stored nuts in hers. I’m not really a ‘nut in my cooking’ type person, so I guess I’ll store something else.”“My mom puts macaroni pasta in hers.”“That’s not a bad idea.”Benny went back to unpacking a box filled with bake-ware. There were.