’ Never before had I been more grateful for his understanding and forgiveness. ‘Thank you Father.’ He then added, ‘Oh, one other thing, I woul... like you to hold off telling Mother Superior about leaving the Order. Let’s talk, there is no rush. You still have to finish the semester and there is going to be enough activity and stress to keep you occupied.’ I smiled and said, ‘Again, thank you, Father. I will see you on Tuesday.’ I left the confessional and went to Mass, and later returned to my. He nodded and his sister opened a beer and gave it to him.The next hour and a half was full of awkward silence, with the occasional bit of small talk. This just wasn’t Darryl’s scene. He could talk to people where he worked, or when he went out to clubs back where he lived, but this sort of interaction he’d never been trained for. Even though he knew dinner would be more of the same he was relieved when their parents called and suggested going out early. It was one step close to getting back to. Taking it like a dog. He was a dog, I was his bitch. Master and Servant, that was how it used to be. Now I didn't trust him anymore, I didn't even like my back turned on him when he was fucking me. Three months before he had gone crazy, drunk and angry over nothing. Pinned me to the wall by my throat, thrown me across the bedroom. Told me I was not leaving alive. I'd had to beg for my life that night.Now I was back here. In part because I loved him.In part for another reason.There is something. This was probably because he was wearing clothes his mother picked out for him for college. No, he didn’t have on a cheap white dress shirt appropriate for a pocket protector. But if you put him in a lineup, ten out of ten girls would have identified him as the nerd. ‘Hi, Jennifer. Been waiting long?’ ‘No. Just an appropriate amount of time. Jeff, this is Ashley.’ He stood to shake my hand. I think they used to do that in black-and-white movies. ‘Nice to meet you, Ashley. Jen has been saying.