"No, you can't! I won't!... screamed Christine as she tried to rise."Hold her!" ordered Renee and Raluu grabbed the attractive blonde and held her arm...."Ben!" she screamed."Ben is no position to help you... now or ever again," said Renee calmly.The unspoken but clear message passed between the two women. Christine's eyes opened wide with fear."Noooooo!" she pleaded as the man wrested her outside."My God, Renee are you saying..." Martin began."It was an accident," she lied. "I only wanted to. "Just the three of us." What does your mother do?" Not much. She has severe arthritis in her hands. She can cook, with a little help from Tonya, my daughter." And how old is Tonya?" Ten. She'll be starting fifth grade, in September." So, you are the sole provider for you three."She nodded. "Mom gets some disability, but it's not near enough."The dominant stood up. "I think I understand your attraction to submission." Really?" Yes. In your life, you are always in charge; always the responsible. Noelle had decorated it in a style that clearly reflected her Egyptian heritage. There was a one-armed chaise covered in rich, blue velvet. A low, elaborately carved table held a beautiful enameled tea set on a dark wooden tray. On the other side of the table, there were huge dark purple floor cushions with gold embroidery. It was extremely elegant and very feminine. It suited Noelle perfectly.She breezed back into the room with her purse in her hand, wearing a fabulous cashmere scarf over her. She doesn’t mean anything to me. It was an accident.’ I laughed. It was sharp and throaty. It wasn’t my laugh. I could feel my husband wince. I tried to clasp a string of pearls around my throat. My hands wouldn’t cooperate. ‘Why did you tell me? Why now?’ I banged my open palm down on the vanity top. I decided against the pearls. ‘What do you want me to say? That I want to leave you? I don’t. I couldn’t keep it from you. I’ve never kept anything from you for twenty years.’ It was my turn to.