She too used to send me messages. One day she never came as usual and I pinged her asking about her whereabouts, she was sick with food poisoning. GET...WELL SOON messages followed then and I even called her almost daily, making her laugh. After a week she was back, we spoke up and after entering the train she was at her usual position showing me her armpits. I called her up and she looked at me actioning what happened. I told her to answer and she did.Me: Hi… hows you?She: I am fine naa … what. I got up right away, barely able to stand, holding my hand on my plug so it wouldn’t slide out (my plug sucks), and got on my knees on the floor. I arched my back to sit up straight, and put my hands in my lap. I wanted to get the submissive posture just right. I also looked at the ground a meter or two in front of me to keep my head down, as opposed to looking at the door when he came in. I wanted everything about my body language to say submissive, willing to please, and pretty.The door. In a few years, Wulf will be the best man of all for Adalind. His face is clear cut and sensitive, his figure spare, held upright with shoulders braced military fashion. But there is something taut about his whole bearing, like a rope stretched too tightly. I feel that Wulf needs Adalind permanently by his side to balance his mind and nerves." Well, that was one way of stating what she had in mind for Wulf. I noticed a definite change in the relationship with my step-mother after my seventeenth. He told his boss he was feeling fluish and that he thought he’d better go home. He stopped at the gourmet grocery in the mall just in case he had got it wrong and all he was really going to get that evening was a good meal. When he got to the house he decided he would surprise his wife. Instead of pulling into the garage he parked half way up the block and walked the rest of the way. He slipped up the driveway and went in quietly to the kitchen where he put the groceries down. He remained.