Content. Sam would have given up long ago if not for her. She ... she was her rock."Don't think about it," Heather's voice said, soothingly. "Leave it...for morning. The children are asleep. We should join them." Her hand, gentle, brushed some of Sam's hair aside. Raising the wooden mug, Sam took a long swig. The dead hunter's ale went down rough. She let her arm fall back down."A year, Heather. A year." She could feel tears coming. "A year gone ... and for what? Why?" But we're close, Sam." Are. She'll be done in the bathroom in a minute and then you can use it. I want to make sure she has a good breakfast." Sounds good." The coffee came out good, didn't it?" Yeah. Did you do something different?" I used the timer. The beans and the water were sitting in the coffeemaker overnight." It doesn't seem to have hurt anything. It's still a lot better than the regular stuff." I think I'll keep doing it. It's much nicer waking up to a fresh pot."Bozo was over by the door so I went to let him. > You don’t have it in you. You’re happier being a submissive, I can tell that now.> Of course you can’t. You barely know me.> You logged in to this chat program immediately, did you not? You didn’t seem to put up much of an argument the other day, whatever it was that was being done to you.He makes a good point. I can imagine myself as a dominatrix: ‘Is that okay? Shall I loosen those straps? Ooh, let me get some cream for those lashes, careful now this will sting…’> I take your point, but. Arnie gave her another two minutes once they’d stopped chatting before pulling his right-hand free and steered it between the sheet and blanket to stop dead on her tummy. She stiffened. His hand remained absolutely still. She relaxed and Arnie waited like a tom cat, ready to spring. When Jazz had settled into a steady breathing rhythm Arnie’s hand moved from her belly to her right hip and he pulled the hip towards him, drawing his hips away. She rolled and provided just enough access for him to.