He fed himself a diet of one fantasy each week. In this week’s fantasy, she played the damsel in distress. She had been kidnapped by a criminal synd...cate, and he, her partner, rescued her. Their hideout, in this version of the fantasy, was a meat-packing plant. She hung naked from a meet hook on an overhead track, hooked under the ropes that bound her ankles, somewhere in a long line of beef sides that moved slowly but inevitably down the track toward an unnecessarily slow and painful sausage. . uhh ... just don't mention any of this to my parents. My Dad doesn't want me to worry, he feels like it's all his fault, passing along this bad heart." Scott said in a low voice."Scott, you don't know you HAVE a bad heart. You may have a lot of your Mom's dominant genes as well." Jared replied quietly as they got back with the rest of the family.As they blended back into the conversation before the Coach and his assistant left Scott Claxton felt somewhat of a rush at the challenge put before. It's just that, maybe, you shouldn't have been so harsh. On the other hand, Bob crossed a line too. I think it wasn't so much what each of you said, as it was how it was said."You're both going to have to apologize. You're going to have to admit you were wrong about the way you said things while admitting the other had a point. Now, I don't know how dangerous Elaina may be, but based on what I've seen and you've told me, I think Bob may be misunderstanding what he thinks he sees." She leaned. You married me and now I intend to wear us out...”Okay, so I wasn’t the frightened little virginal bride. I’d been sharing Tommy’s bed for a while now, and have been very happy with everything we do together, but this IS the honeymoon. I think we stepped up our game. Did each other with happy abandon, almost to immobility. Laid in each other’s arms making cooing noises, telling each other in nonsensical terms why we loved each other. Dozed. Woke up, started all over again.We did get out of the.