Is this real? A dream? Whatever it is – it's completely out of my control and the way it's making me feel, the intensity of heat that's building ins...de me, torturously hot in some places while the chill that touches me, excites me and feels even more real.I see you so very clearly and I capture your stare. I look into your eyes, the intensity of your somber gray eyes bore through me. I gasp for air. I feel millions of tiny little vibrations over my body. They're on my neck and they move around,. ”While Cookie was mixing and rolling out more pie dough for his pecan pies, the women joined Clara in the ranch house and prepared supper, with enough food for the next day.When supper was ready, the men and the twelve young’uns filed through, filling their plates, then headed back out to eat. The women sat at the table eating, and when they heard Bill and Jack Robertson start playing their music, they walked out to join them. They sat around the open fireplace where Cookie was baking his pecan. . that's pretty much what's been happening. You became her servant, not her husband." So ... she lost respect for me?"She nodded. "Her frustration and anger was a manifestation of her inability to get you to resist. To put a stop to her demands. To say no to her. She didn't want a slave, she wanted a husband. Someone to lead, not to follow." And you figured this out in just a few hours with each of us? That's a pretty quick diagnosis, isn't it?" Yes it is, but I'm fairly certain I'm right. One. I gave him a sexy grin, my body fluttering and my mind exploding with new thoughts. And now that I think of it, dinner can wait! We got to the car and put his stuff in the back, and just as I let the trunk down, his arms wrapped around me. ‘Damn baby…you smell so good…you’re trying to kill me!’ ‘Oh no baby, I would never try to do that! I always wear this…’ ‘And that would explain why you never got outside of the house…’ he said, kissing my neck. Letting out a little sigh, I thought about.