" I've managed to penetrate her defenses twice, with just three sentences. "Okay, Love. Let's have a code between us then. If ever your code requires ...ou to hurt me or anyone I care about, you have to explain why to me first." It's the first time that I've verbally called her 'Love'. It's the name that I've had for her in my head since she let slip the unintended confession that she knows more about my past than someone who is just a bodyguard would. Two evenings previous, she mentioned that. I wastired from doing a strange job and then waiting around for her toreturn and the events around it. I said my good-byes and went home andto bed. My name was Fred Heath. I never believed in witchcraft or magic. Afterall, I was a rational man. Stories of magic, witchcraft, and the likeare great fiction. At least that is what I used to think until this oneincredible weekend. It was Saturday morning. I enjoyed Saturdaymornings. There is no alarm to stab you in the ear; your wife is thererested. Speaking. It includes, also ... peeing, pooping, drinking, eating, sleeping. If I forgot anything, that too is included. If your body does it, you need my permission. Any violation will be punished, and punished severely."I closed my eyes."It also includes closing your eyes, rickiee ... open your fucking eyes. While we are on it ... you are never to look directly at me ... without my permission either. You are to derive no pleasure from viewing my body, without my permission. I can assure you. I went into the walk-in closet andfound a very sexy La Perla silver satin nightie and took it to thebathroom where I changed. I took off my blouse and my leather skirt butI left on my lace bra and panties and slipped into the nightgown. Ifixed my make up, brushed my hair and teeth and walked back into thebedroom. James was lying on the bed in a pair of cotton pinstripe Pajamabottoms. I tried to walk as sexually as I could towards him and got intobed. We made love and fell asleep in each others.