It was agreed that they would continue this fun as long as both were willing and it would remain their secret all the way to the grave.He would work t...roughout the day, feed and care for her, go shopping weekly, wash clothes, and take her to PT appointments. She kept herself busy during the day by walking the dog and exercising. Her recovery was going quite well. At night, they slept naked and close. She loved kissing him and the level of complete honesty between them was remarkable. She loved. “What if it's working?” she rebutted. “Then I'd need to keep it up!” She just gazed at me for a moment, then grabbed a nearby chair, and put it almost against the outside wall near the recycling dumpster. It was a shaded spot, and the wind would crawl along the walls, amplifying the breeze a bit. We got to talking about the composure of the piece that was playing on the radio. Martha took off her cardigan, and fanned herself, as the day was getting warm. Stomping out boxes was loud, so after a. She put two months of sweat and sleepless nights into it for him to tear it down in a matter of minutes, the bastard. He basically humiliated her in front of her peers, and she hated him for it. She didn’t break in the meeting though, knowing he would relish in her weakness. Luckily, she only had to make it through two more hours, which slowly droned on, as she tried to stay strong and keep the sobs in. Now, as she entered the small piano bar near her apartment in Soho, she just wanted. She wanted to feel him deep, become part of her body. The wave of ecstasy rolled her over and over, making her shake from its intensity until she went limp in his trembling arms. She felt drained. He’s definitely a cambion. He must’ve fed off my energy. She didn’t care. She kept her eyes closed, letting herself sink deeper into the comforting embrace of sleep. He was gathering her against him, murmuring about needing to tell her something she might not like. Not now. She was too sated and happy.