"The truth is that I am madly in love with my wife. If I had to, I could live without you ... I could live without this. I couldn't live without my wi...e." What if I gave you slaves?" she said and from the way her voice was moving, I could tell she was pacing. "What if I gave you Marie and Ellen? You would be my slave and subject to my will but they would be your slaves and subject to yours. That way, you could be both submissive and dominant; you could play out both of your 'selves'?"The idea. The count was in his study and was reading with an angry look something which Bertuccio had brought in haste. Hearing the name of Morrel, who had left him only two hours before, the count raised his head, arose, and sprang to meet him. "What is the matter, Maximilian?" asked he; "you are pale, and the perspiration rolls from your forehead." Morrel fell into a chair. "Yes," said he, "I came quickly; I wanted to speak to you." Are all your family well?" asked the count, with an affectionate. I lost my truck driving job and am now driving a desk, and my outdoor activities have been curtailed some. But I guess I should be thankful I'm alive. My friends have been wonderfully supportive and I have gotten good medical care. I can walk on my prosthetic almost as good as I used to walk with both legs. The "phantom pains" still come now and then, but they are diminishing as well. I looked at the email once more. I didn't remember much about this Martina woman except what I was told.. “Just a couple of minutes; I didn’t see everything…I just knew what Mom was doing to you.” she said.“Well, I suppose it was our fault for not being more private, but adults are allowed to do things like that with each other, and children are not. Do you understand?”“I guess so” she smiled. “I wish I was old enough to do that, though.”“I’m sure you will be, soon enough, but in the meantime, you are to forget what you saw, unless you are talking to you mother or me, in private. Is that clear? You.