After reading the comments following the conclusion of the Traject, I decided that this would be the best time to better explain the background of the...character and hopefully help some of the readers understand what I’m trying to do with the final product. There is still going to be more stories about this particular character, there’s still more to be said about everything that has taken him to this place. I know that the story can be a bit depressing at times where it seems like that the. With the same speed and strength, I snatched both her wrists behind her back and had her pressed face-down into the parking lot. As far as I was concerned, the fight was over and I began to calm down.Cicely came over and removed the rider's helmet.Sever stared back at her. "You are supposed to be in your room, bitch!"Cicely kicked her square in the nose. "Not as long as you have my daughter. Where is she!?"Sever spat blood but grinned. "I don't know. I don't care to know." Then she looked back. The man who had been my husband had been a good provider. Our relationship was agreed upon in the opening weeks, and for the next twenty years both of us enjoyed playing our parts. Our agreement held to the end.Of course I didn't love him. I learned that lesson years before I met Jason.Everyone in attendance wants to come up and tell me how much Jason meant to them, tell me how sorry they are, how great a man he was. I shake their hands but say little.I play the part of the grieving widow to. Jack showed me into the large, tiled master bath with a walk-in shower and placed towels along with a t-shirt and pajama pants on the counter for me. He got the water started for me and walked towards the door, stopping before shutting it and looked at me. "Just, umm, holler if you need anything," he said, half-smiling. "I will, thanks Jack," I said coyly, as he looked me up and down once more before shutting the bathroom door. I slipped out of my sundress and waited for the water to heat up,.