. you did it yourself?” asked the Englishman. “It wasn’t done on the ‘Paradise’?”“No, I did it myself. With the help of a few assistants...” He wasn’t going into details.“Amazing,” breathed Rodney, still looking through his glasses. “You must be very well organised.”“I am,” agreed Quentin in an off-hand way. “I’ve had a gold chain put on her... so you can have her whenever you like.”“Mmmm... I might well do that,” said Rodney. “I like my women a little on the Junoesque side.”“She’s got lovely big. "Nothing much more. She screamed the same stuff at me and told me to get away. There were some people beginning to get closer to us. I thought that I'd better get away before they started in on me. So, I moved out and hid behind some trees. I thought I could get her alone again and make some sense. But then she somehow got away. God only knows where the hell she is now, Byron said, motioning to his mother to get away from him before Jim walked back into the room."Well, hon, off to the pits,". You wake up and start struggling, "be quiet and you won't get hurt, you might even enjoy it" I tell you. You see the glint of a knife lying on the table and decide it's best to cooperate. " I'm going to move my hand now, so be a good girl and relax and do as I say" you nod your head in agreement. Your body is trembling as I take the knife and cut the straps on the nighty you're wearing, laughing as I watch the fear in your eyes and your body shaking uncontrollably." I knew you were a little. Relationships need a gardener, Marcus. And a flower. The roles may ebb and flow but two of the same for an extended period results in failure, a breakdown. She’d bought it soon after we moved in as a reminder of our strength together; two people fulfilling different roles in a relationship. And I’d let the picture become part of the furniture. Faded into the background. Something so familiar that it fails to register, like the name of the fridge manufacturer that I saw every day but couldn’t.