Dinner was great and the conversation and the wine flowed freely. Dinner was over for a while, and it was starting to get late for the children. Cathy...and Mike said their good byes. The three of us moved to the living room. I brought out the bottles of cognac and krupnic and a couple of glasses. We must have talked for over an hour, although it seemed to only be 10 minutes. The conversation drifted off to Christmas. Kaja was talking about how it is so different in Florida. That was when Zophia. She looks up again, her eyes catching mine. ***** Now that he's here I have no idea what to do. It's one thing to smile at him in passing and think about him on the walk home, but a totally different ball game when he is sitting on my couch listening to me babble and be nervous. I can feel my heart thumping in my chest as his large powerful hand engulfs mine on his arm. His emerald eyes capturing mine and not letting go. I listen to him call me astounding and feel a flush creep over my skin. I. ?It makes little difference to me.? Timothy Forbes said with a grimace in his face.She is a psychopath and a serial killer. I don’t want you anywhere near her?you got it?? ?You don’t seem to understand, honey, it is my job to try and help those whose minds need repair work.? ?Look, you just said it yourself, she killed nine women and while she has been in there she destroyed five nurses’ minds and almost killed another. I think that puts her on the most dangerous list to me. Why. Thank you it felt so lovely Miss. Thank you for being so kind.' I smile to myself again at her reply knowing that my instinct about her submissive side was correct. I run my hand down her cheek and across the top of her chest and ask 'Do you want to taste me?' She nods slowly, 'I have always wanted to try that but I always feel too shy Miss'. I stand, take her hand and guide her to the bedroom and to my king size bed. I stand next to it and ask her, 'If we get onto this bed then anything I say.