‘Calm down,’ he said groggily, ‘I came in hoping to talk, but didn’t want to wake you. We need to talk.’ ‘I don’t want to talk.’ ‘T...en please listen.’ Everyone has someone they know of that was in one of those types of relationships. Abusive partner, but remained hopelessly in love. Never was treated as if they were good enough, but they kept trying to be. Knew they were wrong for staying, but could not walk away. Again, who doesn’t know that person? There was a woman in my neighbor’s life. It sounded so cruel. Carly bent over, grabbing Philip painfully by his now much smaller arm, and pushing him back with great ease. "Well, I never loved you. I only wanted your money from the start. That's why I got that job as your secretary, knowing it would give me access to you" Philip backed away frightened, "I fucked you for 9 damn months, and you still wouldn't marry me" "Oh" She said a little more controlled, "It wasn't all bad, but I've had better lovers and better looking. One scene had three women holding down another one while one of the men prisoners did it to her. Actually, they weren't so much holding her down as in the act themselves. It ended up with all of them staying on the island, but they overthrew the mean queen. It was silly. But Becky sat through it, so I didn't get up and leave like I wanted to. I started thinking of you about half way through and just got wetter each time one of the guys came. I even forgot I was holding Becky's hand. I was. She screamed then, some primal noise of pleasure that she had never made before coming out of her, and she existed just as a bundle of pleasure for longer than she could count. When she came back to reality, she was laying on the floor under the water spray against Gideon’s chest, his large hands slowly stroking her chest with a sudsy cloth as he cleaned her up. He looked down on her with a knowing smile.“You enjoyed that.” It wasn’t a question. There was satisfaction in his voice. “Mmhmm.”.