I was surprised that you wanted to please me and did not find pleasure in hurting me. I am not afraid of you, I relax easily with you. You cannot do m...ch for me. You will go, I will stay. I have learned not to think of what I want and learned not to dream.’ I turned my head so she could not see the tear that rolled down my cheek, but she caught it in her hand and licked it away. She said, ‘I’m glad we can stay together a few days. I don’t remember a caring man. Last night, I felt your. Marie put the phone on the ground and spoke. “Hello dear. How are you, and how is your mother?” The caller was her husband Alvin, who had had to fly to a distant island to care for his mother. Brad had seen that the caller was Alvin and that is why he put the speaker on.Marie’s hands were wet, so she could not turn off the speaker and pick up the phone to speak privately. More importantly, she could not stop Alvin from hearing the noises around her. She shivered as she felt Brad move to stand. My pain and discomfort were forgotten.“Don’t cry. Please don’t cry,” I begged. Amelia looked awful; hair, usually so soft and feathery, was limp. She was so pale.Lifting her glasses, she wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, gave me a half-hearted smile, and reached for my hand. Her touch was delicate and her hand ice cold.Peter looked at me from behind her.“What did you do to her?” I asked in a whisper.Then all the memories flooded back. I inhaled sharply and winced at the pain. “Where’s. I could see us being called names, and losing all of our friends. Then there’d be the whole "explaining it to the family" thing. That would suck.That is, assuming, that I even loved her back. That isn't what would happen for a sexual relationship. For a moment, I felt weird even thinking it, but I couldn't deny it; it would be much easier for us to hide a purely sexual relationship than an actual relationship. That much was true.I decided to focus more on the present than the future. She was.