I could see her trying to find the words to throw in my face to display her frustration... She is standing in front of me... Aggressively leaning towa...ds me so close I can feel her hot breath as her anger is steaming now... Knowing how stubborn I am and finally admitting to her self that she cannot win this argument she suddenly starts laughing.I feel relieved that this is finally over. I hate arguing, and I hate arguing with "her". She means so much to me. She is not aware of the amount of. I finished up at work, trying not to think too much. I didn’t want to talk myself out of the solution that I had come up with. I was afraid if I kept going over it in my mind, I’d talk myself out of it. I needed to try something and it was the best thing I could come up with.After they picked me up, Jennifer and I were drinking hot chocolate while sitting at the kitchen table. Nothing was said for a bit, we just drank in silence.“Do you want to go upstairs?” she asked.The moment of truth.“I’d. Every fibre in his being wanted to reach out and touch her, hold her, kiss her senseless. Warring with his lust was an unprecedented tide of emotion. Her acceptance and invaluable assistance to his family. The way she charmed and played with the children. He couldn’t breathe with the power of what he was feeling. ‘You were amazing with Ben.’ He whispered his voice choked with emotion. Before she could respond he’d left. Grace shook her head at trying to make sense of him or her reactions to. It was only when I was tying off the other arm that sheseemed to recover from her trance and pay attention to what I was doing, and bythat time her elbows were almost tied together behind her back. "Oh, no," she breathed. "What are you doingto me?" I pulled her over to the mirror so she could see. I stoodbehind her and leered over her shoulder like the devil himself. "Look at yourself, Natalie," I whispered. "Asweet, innocent cheerleader, a high school girl. That's what everyone thinksyou are,.