He winked at her. "Morning, sweets," he called. "Last night was killer, eh?" He lifted an eyebrow, but her expression stayed flat. He smiled to himsel... as she turned away. 'Still in dreamland, remembering,' he thought. After his shower, he returned to the bedroom, humming a song that had stuck in his head. Louise regarded him from where she was finishing making the bed. He whipped his towel off and gave her a good look as he turned to the dresser. He dried himself as he pulled underwear and. Her eyes were only for me. Now I am not an evil man, I didn’t turn her young man homosexual and make her hate his guts (although as I scanned his mind I know that there were things I could have used to make that happen). In fact, I made him committed to being the guy she wanted him to be with a pure love for her that would last as long as she wanted. I also added that he would understand that she occasionally needed to please an older man. Lena was heading to sit down but I pushed into her. I found myself truly depending on her for advice, support, and companionship. We had each other.Our master-maid relationship went beyond that, more to a comfortable friendship of trust and yes, love. I knew I loved her. She seemed to be the mother I never had; the perfect friend; the soul confessor for all my sins; my confidante. I had grown to love and respect her. And I knew she felt the same.But it was near the end of summer when I realized that my thoughts and feelings had transcended mere. ‘And careless of us,’ he rasped. Desmond shifted uneasily from foot to foot, looking down at the floor. ‘But you know what, Katherine? I can trust Desmond with my life. The question is, how much can I trust you?’ His grip on her hand tightened, as if to reinforce the point. ‘You can,’ she whimpered. ‘Yes, I know you will tell me that, Katherine. But then, in your position, you will tell me anything. So let’s establish the rules.’ She gulped, the dryness in her throat increasing as his grip.