I tossed the building piece to the side as walked up to me.“Not bad,” he said. “Major Roger Cook. Look, I hate to ask, but, mind giving us a han...? There’s some kind of insurrection going on and we’ve got to catch them before they hurt anyone else.”“Uhh… I don’t know. Let me check on my neighbors, good friends of mine. If I can, I’ll find you when I’m done.”“Thanks,” he hollered as he ran off. I sighed and headed off elsewhere, unsure of what to do. But apparently, Roger wasn’t the only one that. That's something he understands. That's something he feels he can master. He'll never conquer his longing for her or the weakness she makes him feel when he looks at her, but in conquering her body and in taking charge of her sensations, he at least feels he's gained some control of his heart again. He feels like a man again.Or at least that's the way I felt with Emma tied and exposed on that desk—something primal and primitive and more basic than even love or affection, a kind of deep sexual. Can you feel how very warm your entire body is getting right now? I'm sure, that in a few moments, your breasts will start to sweat, and your thighs will begin to rub together, which will massage some very sensitive parts of your lower anatomy, won't it?"You are thinking to yourself, "This is so weird; such things can't just happen because he says so, that's something that only a God could do, and he's not a God. Hey, who turned up the heat? It's really hot...damn, it's really fucking hot in. Dan was in a shitty mood shaking off a whiskey drunk. A planned trip they had scheduled was going nowhere as he sat on the couch drinking water and yelling back at Shelley in the bedroom. He said, "go burn some good with her and maybe she'll shut the fuck up." I wanted to leave as I didn't want any marital bad vibes to press upon what was already a rainy day, yet it made more sense to catch a buzz there than to be on a rain slick highway, so I went into the bedroom.Shelley met me at the door..