"Nothing like a hot bubble bath," Marlene said as she slipped up behind me. "I'll bet you'd like to be home soaking in a tub yourself right now wouldn...t you."It was a cruel comment, deliberately trying to make me feel worthless or get a rise out of me. Or both.She removed her robe, seemingly flaunting her nakedness to me. Embarrassed, I looked away as she climbed into the tub.I made my way back to the kitchen to clean up the breakfast dishes. I couldn't stop the tears."SANDEEE, come in here.. Off into the darkness.When I awoke, I was surrounded by a gray mist on gray stone.What was going on? I stood up. The pain, the fatigue, were all gone. I didn't feel anything. I peered around; in every direction I could just see more oppressive mist. "Hello!" I called, hoping someone would hear me.Nothing.I whirled about, straining to see something in the vast fog. But there was nothing. Just gray mist, swirling in strange eddies. I shouted again, wondering if I was dreaming? Maybe I should. I was beginning to enjoy the feeling of dominance that came with moving her body around, positioning her, and feeling how petite and light she was. That aspect of our relationship took another step forward on a Friday night.Cassie was cuddled to my side, both of us watching television. She smelled wonderful, soap and shampoo and clean and fresh. Her hair was still slightly darker and damp from her shower. She felt sexy and petite and very, very attractive. And she shocked the hell out of me,. Her headache was partly the consequence of the several large glasses of scotch she had downed after Lionel had left but mostly it was because of what had happened while he was in the flat and in particular how she felt about her own behaviour.She’d called the office and told them that she wasn’t feeling well. That was true, but the trouble was she didn’t know, even when she felt better, how she was ever going to be able to look Lionel in the face, ever again.It was as she was contemplating a.