I never lie to him. My lip trembles. He sits up quickly , and leans over me. "I cannot hear you!" he is losing patience. "I could be." I barely get th... words out. I tense, waiting for the reaction I know will come."What fucking kind of answer is that?" he harshly spits out. I am scared, and I know he has control, but this is my only chance. I might not feel so strong tomorrow."I have never felt this intensity with someone. I am addicted to it. I crave it. I tried to find it in others and could. I am just glad you didn’t get hurt. What can I do to help you get this done?”“Turn on the kitchen timer for 20 minutes. I was about to set It, when I collapsed and fell to the floor.”Adam runs over to the oven, grabs the timer and sets it for 20 minutes, then he returns to the kitchen table.When the timer goes off, Sharon drinks the remaining coffee in the mug. Then she goes over to the blue oven and opens the door.Then she removes the tray with the now baked cookies and set it aside so they. " Well, for a country bumpkin, you sure adapted fast," was Kathi's remark."I had a good teacher," he countered, putting his hand on her thigh.Greg gave a laugh. "I don't think she would be wanting to learn the same things you taught Charlie," he said, giving Kathi a leering look.Kathi turned bright red, but answered that she didn't have to teach Charlie anything; he already knew enough, and what he didn't, he improvised well. This brought another round of questions and good-natured teasing.. ‘Oh god… I know about that place… I heard that its beautiful!’ He blinks and laughs softly before nodding a bit. ‘It is… and I got reservations just for us.’ She smiles and looks out the front window jumping up and down in her seat slightly like an excited little girl which made him laugh as he turned a pretty sharp corner while she was in the middle of one of her hops making her be pushed into his side, the seatbelt snapping her back against him, her head on his shoulder and unable to move.