“Where are you?” he asked.“Here,” she guided him.Slowly, using her voice, he retraced his way back to the sofa. On the way, his searching hand...rested briefly on her thigh. She caught his wrist in his arm. He then took her hand, and found his place on the sofa next to her. Her hand remained in his, seeking his reassurance in the strange environment. They stayed still and quiet.Then they heard his cellphone beeping. “Oh no!” he said.“What is it?” she asked.“The cellphone battery is dying,” he. Moving to the bedside I grabbed the washcloth bathing her forehead and wrists trying to relax her.In what seemed like forever but was probably only a half hour or so I got up and checked on my wife only to find her asleep, moving back into the room I noticed that Rebecca had stopped thrashing and seemed to have passed out cold. Sighing in relief I sat down beside the bed again, unsure if this was something that would last long so I could go back to bed and my wife or if she would wake up again. ‘Nobody’s immune to charm.’ She slinked towards him and then sat on the corner of his desk, leaning forward an putting a hand on his knee. ‘Couldn’t we just… forget about the test?’ He couldn’t wipe the dumb grin off his face. This thing was so surreal it was practically goofy. He gestured with a head tilt towards her ring finger. ‘Wouldn’t that be a little inappropriate?’ ‘He’s a shmuck,’ she said quickly, unphased. ‘He’s going nowhere in life, and he doesn’t feed my imagination. I mean, I. He said, "Then we'll go upstairs, and be right overhead. So you'll beable to hear us screwing like a couple of wild animals. But sincethere's the floor between us, it won't be loud enough to hurt yourdelicate ears. Isn't that good?" Y... yes, Sir." The memories of numerous spankings he'd given me,along with some other unpleasant punishments, filled my mind. Morepumpkin was crammed into my mouth. As I chomped on it, I added agarbled, "Thank you, Sir."He laughed openly at my cowardice and.