I was fortunate, then, that my Aunt's business with Oleg was highlysuccessful and grew and expanded. This necessitated an increasingfrequency of busi...ess meetings and my heart fluttered and butterfliesformed in my stomach when I saw his name appear in the meetings diary.Soon he was visiting almost weekly. He also confessed to planning hismeetings on Mondays or Fridays so that he could spend time with me overthe preceding or following weekend.As well as spending a lot of those evenings and. The first time he’d spoken to her after bringing her home, she had jerked and recoiled as though he'd branded her as he informed her, conversationally, that he would be washing her, tending her wounds. She’d trembled; he'd throbbed. Carefully leading her, mindful of her shaky legs to the large shower stall in the room, he re-secured her to the safety rails, then set about washing her, cleaning her gently, thoroughly with the soap and hair care items he’d carefully selected. He’d used a. Today's fracas was going to cause him a GREAT deal of trouble, so it had to be someone else's fault, and he was laying the blame squarely on my shoulders.I let him rant and rave, hoping it'd just be a short-term letting off of steam. I spent the time thinking about what I should do if it was more than just steam. I didn't want a war with the Principal, and I certainly didn't want to declare one unnecessarily, but I definitely didn't like the idea of him declaring war on me and my not defending. . It was all going well ... Then after 5 years, I asked – just once – when we were going to get married, and he started acting like I was putting pressure on him – and he broke it off, and said he wanted to play the field ... He wasn’t ready to settle down with the only girl he’d ever slept with ... I think it would have been easier if he’d been cheating on me and playing the field, because then I could hate him ... But I don’t ... It was what he wanted to do – and he couldn’t get married and.