I bit the pillow but couldn’t suppress a cry.“I said you speak when spoken to. You not ask question. You answer question.”I began to understand ...ura Drilea’s intended warning. A surge of anger suppressed the pain but bewilderment supplanted it. Why me? Where was I? How long had I been here? Where was Mandy? I needed answers, but not while I was too weak to defend myself against the bitch with the whip.After half a minute of silence she ordered me to turn over again and sit up. She had to. He's touching me, he's touching me! Helen realized, even as she struggled to get away from her husband. He's paying some attention to me!She pulled away and spat out, "So what? Now you won't have to worry, I'll go get myself somebody young, somebody who can still make love!"That did it! Helen turned and ran out of the living room, terrified by her own boldness and by the fact that Adam was coming after her fast. She zipped into the bedroom and slammed the door trying to lock it before Adam got. "Please sit down," I said after the fact."What are you doing?" Sheila wanted to know."I was meditating and trying to settle down and reduce tension. The last twenty-four hours have been hectic and eventful, and I'm creating a space to relax and process recent experiences," I responded.The warmth of our bodies wedged together and the sensual heat of skin-to-skin contact had its effect on me. The tension I had been trying to drive out of my body returned as sexual arousal. Nothing I could do. ”I looked to the tiny bikini in my lap, under the table. I felt bad that we hardly spent time together. I didn’t want to argue and fuss with her. “Fine,” I said, humoring her. “Thank you,” she grabbed my hand, patting it. “Please don’t be afraid. I’m right here with you and will be so the entire night. You and me. We’re going to have a lot of fun. Just relax and let it happen.”Alexis was being sincere. I believed her too. I nodded slowly, glancing to her hand on mine. I held it,.