.. anything..." Laura proudly started to talk. "OK, Mary told me she had let you know about the scouting trip I went on with Coach last weekend ... ri...ht?" I thought back and nodded "yes", so she continued, saying that they had watched some open practices at the city track, and got to see the cross country runners from Winston-Salem State, Wake Forest, High Point College, and a couple of other colleges. This sounded like a sports story to me, but then Laura shifted gears a little. I looked at. The rest of the morning was spent in close togetherness with me mostly learning a bit more about my new family. Around 11:00 the doorbell rang and I got up to see who it was, since Roger was playing with Jason on one of the games he received. When I opened the door, my parents were standing there looking at me with smiles on their faces. Even though I knew they were still alive now, the shock of seeing them caused me to burst out crying again. This time in joy at seeing their faces and hearing. But as Donald continues to goad her, acting as if he might withhold the final joy from her, Emma realizes that he is helping her to fall back into the role of his subordinate. And the frustration she is feeling with his torment helps her remember her place when he wants her there.“Please, Sir, please,” is all that Emma can gasp out.Donald is overjoyed at hearing her call him ‘Sir,’ it has been a while since she has. He smacks her cheeks again and asks her, “Please? What do you want? What do. .”“Stop it,” Carter said, his voice abrasive and on the point of breaking.“I’ve always been perfect to you, haven’t I?” Aron chuckled. “You used to tell me that. I did feel flattered. Who doesn’t want to hear that? But being the perfect friend does not equal being the perfect husband. And I have a lot of work to do for that.”“No,” Carter said, more sharply this time. “It’s not you.”It’s Alex. Aka the douchebag.You can’t tell him that. He’ll only shut down on you.“You are perfect,” he added.Aron.