As I come forth and turn up out of the water, I glimpse and catch sight of him bottomed and assed down there, sprawling and lolling on an elegant and ...aroque Chesterfield settee that has got downy and feathery and furry and squashy squabs and pads and headrests on it. Apart from having on tenebrous and swarthy glasses, he is gawping and goggling direct at me dumbly and mutely. What is it that he is pondering and brooding his brains about? What explicitly?I am stark-naked and in my very gorgeous. ’ Laughing slightly, once again teetering on the verge of hysteria, I replied. ‘What, you figured you’d come in, untie me from the bed, where need I remind you, You tied me, and suddenly be a hero of some sort?’ With an infuriatingly sheepish look you ducked your head, ‘Well…umm…kind of, yeah. I was hoping…’ Laughter filled your voice as you continued, ‘to say the least I never expected a naked, knife-wielding, Amazon…’ ‘…Can you at least accept the flowers?…Please…I don’t expect you to. He doesn't say very much throughout the trip, but looks strangely more and more nervous the further we continue. Finally, we stop at a very elegant house, a manor, actually. He stops the car and we get out, where a butler takes the keys from my boyfriend and proceeds to park the car in another large building further along the private driveway. It seems very luxurious, and I'm a little excited as we approach the front door and are allowed to enter by another polite servant. From the main hall I. Even seems like she might be starting to stand up for herself, like she used to do, before all her troubles. I'd like seeing her happier, but that doesn't mean I approve of how you two have been carrying on. I'll stay back for a while, watching how this process of yours looks to be playing itself out, but I'm not giving any long term permission or approval to what I've been seeing going on here."We shook hands, rather solemnly I thought, and I walked, under my own power, through their front.