My husband is there, shaking me. “Honey, you’re having a nightmare! Wake up!” I reach full consciousness. “What were you dreaming? Are you oka...?” “I don’t . . . I don’t remember.” I remember. God, do I remember. His hands. His kisses. The passion. “Well, it’s over now.” Over. He pulls me close to him. Comforting. Familiar. Safe. Guiltily I relax into him, all the while trying to hold on to the fire I felt with my dream lover. Replaying the scene again and again until my breathing betrays my. “This first time with Shannon, be careful to do her no real hurt. No bruises or marks of any kind. Keep the pain and humiliation moderate, but watch to see if she’s disappointed that you weren’t rougher with her. If she is, we’ll talk later about how to approach the next session.”“Okay, that’s fine with me.”“But don’t be gentle with her. Take control. Force her to your will. Make it like rape. Join into the spirit of the play. If you don’t enjoy it, she will think something’s wrong. What’s her. He said, "I'm sorry, I know this is rough on you. And I know that of the two of us I was always the one that was so uptight. But I have to say, there is one thing that has changed that I find I'm quite happy about. You look beautiful Amanda. It occurs to me that if I had not been such an ass the things that happened since I went to Atlanta would never have happened. I'm sorry. I guess that doesn't mean much after what you have gone through, or what you are going through."I walked over and put. You are comfortable here with me, aren't you, Carl?" She slipped her hand inside the robe he was wearing and grazed her fingertips down his bare thigh."Oh, sure," he replied hastily, trying not to show just how disconcerted he really was. He tried to meet her eyes, but her gaze was so intense, and the pull of her low neckline was so strong, that he kept looking down into the shadowed cleft between her creamy breasts."You are not telling me the truth," she smiled. "Relax, Carl. Like most men,.