Even in my hour of crisis, the irony of this thought made me smile. Was the hall and that crack the true and final picture of my marriage? A hall and ... marriage undermined by something that had seemed so exciting and novel at the time. As the tune and the cannon played out in part of my mind, the rest of my mind was occupied by memories from two summers ago.Until that fateful summer day, Jill's and my marriage had been one where a stranger’s view from the outside would have accurately discerned. Four. Three. Two. One,? the CD finished counting. The CD stopped.Farah woke up. She looked all around her. She now knew what she must do. She has to call Sayed, apologise to him and also to giver herself to him. As his slave. A part of her hated it but she had to make up for the way she acted towards him and only slavery to him would compensate for it.Farah walked towards her bag and picked up her cell phone. She called Sayed?s number. She waited for a while until he picked up.?Hello who is. With that you turned around and hugged your dear friend as the warm water fell over us all. As you hugged her, she sobbed quietly and I then wrapped my arms around you both as we let the warm water fall over us like a velvety blanket on a cold winter’s day. You maneuvered around Jenn in this large shower so she would be wedged between us and we could both hold her and console her attempting to make her feel loved. Looking at each other, I leaned over and kissed you once more and as I was. ”I say, “Ma, I know you don’t need to explain this. I don’t mind bathing you now.” I didn’t wait for her to reply, so I lifted her arm and made her sit. Her body felt slimy. I put her arm around my shoulder and made her stand. Her hair fell over her breasts, and we started limping to the bathroom.I made her sit on the stool. I partitioned her hair into two and covered her breasts. I didn’t want to arouse myself more than what it was already.“Ma, I’m removing my clothes as they will get wet.” I.