It probably was. I am sure it was burning on the way down by the look on her face and her clenching her chest. I am sure she thought she was dying.“...reathe baby. You will be ok. I promise it gets better from here. The next ones will go down smoother,” I said while holding back a chuckle.She started breathing better now and sat up straight. She quit clenching her chest and looked at me. “That was strong and burned like hell dad. What was that?” she asked. “Were you trying to kill me?”I now had. I told her I had the bedsheets and some stuff in the hamper. I was holding the bedsheets in front of me because I felt nervous about fully exposing myself to her. My heart was pounding in my chest. She told me to bring anything I had to the laundry room. As she walked away, I walked over to the hamper in my closet and put the bedsheets in there. Then I walked into the laundry room where my mother in law was separating the whites and colored clothes. I had the hamper in front of me so she still. As for your other comment, the difference betweenyour loser husband and me is that he only pretended to play the part of thelion in this small jungle of ours. He had no right to his power. I, on theother hand?well, it is, and always has been, my birthright!? he snapped. ?Gag her!?Her mouth was sealed once more with the spit-drenched silk and shewatched as lazy clouds of smoke drifted from behind her body. Davison thenraised the tip of his cigar over her shoulder and gave it a small tap.. You're going to drive every man here tonightcrazy." Now brush that hair back over that chest, I don't want themall to have a heart attack when we walk out to the ballroom floor."With that, Brian extended his arm and Britney looped her slender onein it. They had walked like this quite a bit around the grounds of theclinic when we was finally strong enough to take steps, so it seemedquite natural. Only this time he was taller because of her heels,which was a nice change, though he was.