" It showed what she was thinking but not saying. She had, after all, read it."Well..." He let the word hang in the air a moment. "Porn is mostly writ...en by and for people who are horny anyway. It doesn't have to be very artful or believable to work for them. But..." Again he let the word ride. "... there is some very nice porn. Call it erotica if you want. The difference is the quality." But it's just sex! What's redeeming about it?" It needs redemption?" Now, you know what I mean. Do you. “Drawing hockey plays.”“Hey, back to your math,” she said, tapping his folder.“You’ve got to be kidding me?” He replied, mocking her earlier remark.“Ha, ha, very funny and do you realize the lines you’re drawing for your hockey plays are just like doing the math, as in different triangles?”“No, I never thought of it that way. You are really smart.”“I know, I’m glad you noticed, again,” she smiled.Abby watched the players on the ice. “No, no, you stupid ass!” She exclaimed, yelling down to the. She was not to say a single word to him or anyone else until he gave her permission to do so. Failure to obey this order would result in his refusal to allow Charles to marry her.She looked at Mary for some kind of help, but just got a nod and whispered message to do as David had asked.Her mind was in turmoil: What did this mean? What was going to happen? Where was Charles?She loved him so and would do anything not to ruin her future happiness.Once in her room, all the memories came rushing. He felt trapped with no way to escape without causing someone even more pain, especially himself.Steve reluctantly grabbed his cell phone and dialed. It rang a couple of times, before a nervous voice said, "Hello." Terry, it's Steve." He looked at Karen, who squeezed his leg encouragingly. "I wondered if I might be able to stop by to talk... if you don't have plans," he added hastily.There was silence on the other end for a second, before the quiet response came. "I'm free tonight if you want.