Stephanie came into the kitchen where I was cleaning up and started helping me load the dishwasher.“The showers were full.” She said simply. “Th...nks for the other night. For being gentle with me.”“Anytime.” I replied. “I was wondering how you were doing. You hadn’t said anything more about it.”“I’m good,” she replied. “Kinda sore, though. I wasn’t really expecting that, but it’s going away. I want to do it some more.” She smiled shyly as she said this last.She stood from putting plates in the. " Well, as soon as he started forcing her to think for herself, it was bound to happen," Laura said."I heard that for the two weeks of our honeymoon she refused to obey anyone but Ron. Something her old submissive self would never do. I thought those days she spent as a loyal dog was simply an attempt to reconnect with her old self." I don't think it worked very well," Amy said.Stan and Laura both looked at her inquisitively, but she refused to clarify any more.Eventually, Stan left for the. "Brian, listen to me. And don't speak...please baby, just listen. Once you're well, on your feet again, and out on your own...this," she paused, struggling with it, the emotions running wild as she half choked before continuing. "We...have to stop," she then told me, meaning it. "But until then..." she added, now looking up to smile at me, almost imploringly so. "Until that time..."I didn't let her finish, I'm not sure she could have anyway. I merely nodded my head in acquiescence of that, for. ?Abeautiful morning,? he tells her. ?Yes, Sir,? the woman responds, and then adds, ?I suppose?.? ?How can you doubt it, little one?? ?It is beautiful,? she admits, ?but I hate having my new hairstylecaught in the rain.? He is silent, regarding her carefully. Then he asks gently, ?Isthere something I should know?? Their conversation is a morning ritual, and heis watchful at any note of discontent in her. She shakes her head slowly; her red hair catches the sun asit moves softly across her.