“Huh-uh. That’s not an answer, Seth. I want to know what happened.”I looked away from her eyes, searching for a diplomatic answer. The best I co...ld come up with was, “Jana and I had a slight disagreement about your welfare.”Danielle’s eyes narrowed. She crossed her arms under her breasts and her lips pressed together into a thin line. She didn’t have to say a word for me to understand that I hadn’t told her enough.I shook my head. “It’s taken care of, really. Once she understood that I wasn’t. It kind of just happened. We had an amazing evening, but it was one of those once in a lifetime situations.My mother is a single mother. She said she never even told the man who got her pregnant. She only dated him a little while. She wanted a baby and once she found out she was pregnant the relationship ended shortly after that. My mother was twenty-one when she had me. She is now 38 and I am eighteen.I am a small girl. I am about 5 feet and weigh about hundred pounds. I have long brown hair. Abbie, seeing a display of soaps and bath bubbles, takes her time over the bubble baths smelling all the different options, sharing some with Tim to see if he likes them. Finally, she chooses two bottles, which seem perfect for them.Further on, Tim sees some handwoven shawls so intricate in design. They seem to symbolize everything Abbie seems to him. He has her try the one he likes best on and buys it for her right there and then. The look on Abbie’s face, her shining eyes show how happy she. I never, ever want to go through that again. Why did you do that to me?”Shaken by her response, he asked, “Kathryn, are you okay?”“Answer my question, please.”She sounds angry. I didn’t expect this. “It was supposed to be another form of denial. We denied you orgasms at Alejandro’s, I denied you freedom of motion and your senses in the boathouse, and this was denying you mobility, pleasure, and pain ... in fact, any kind of contact at all ... including one of the things I know you love.