I hope you trust me enough to know that I’ll try and give you an honest answer.”She smiled gratefully. “I do know that, I’m just tripping over...myself…. ummm….ok, let’s try it this way. Mom and I are both sharing your bed, and while an outsider would probably see a hundred things wrong with that….it just seems….to work for us. But there’s a part of me that keeps saying this can’t last forever, and maybe when you’re ready you might propose to Mom, and what would happen to me then? I mean….I’d be. He takes care of me and he never hurts me too badly." Melissa, I am not a doctor. But, you could lose your eye. No one has the right to hurt you."Melissa starts crying, "I love him." She repeated this statement several times."He doesn't love you Melissa. If he loved you, he wouldn't hurt you. I need you to come upstairs with me. I want the girls to come with me. Okay?" Where am I going?" You are going to the hospital."Melissa meekly said, "Okay."Melissa followed Petra upstairs.Melissa quietly. Too hard to just get dressed and leave at midnight after such wild and connected sex. A few kisses and goodnight and then a few short hours of sleep before he awoke in a sweat.That was the simple part. It was simple because whenever he saw Daphne, no matter how complicated the situation seemed, just seeing her made his world feel right. A kiss made him feel that there was some order to his chaos, that there was nothing random in his world. It was simple because Daphne made him feel that he was. Doing what I have no idea as she does not confide in me of her personal life. She says she's totally devoted to me but I think she stretches the truth a little.Other times I can be doing something really productive like watching a baseball game or hockey game or even making one of my masterpieces in the kitchen. The little vixen will get on my shoulder and almost yell into my ear to start typing, listen to her and start writing the story she wants to get out.Her latest method of communication.