"That was along time ago and all over now," he said twisting the newspapers and shoving the deep into the fireplace, hoping she'd drop this shit. It was all in the past and he did not want to venture down that road again.

"Well, after you're done with this," she paused to watch his strong arms piling up the wood, thinking of him and the way he used to hold her so close. "It'll be like before. You'll be telling me what to wear and I'll obey," she said in her softest voice, watching him concentrate on the fire, hoping he was thinking of her.

'Fuck!' he screamed to himself,...