One side of me was exhilarated, the other side scared to death. I realized that the more I submitted to Evan, the more I was committing to this peculiar arrangement for our marriage. Was I sealing my fate? Would it always be like this? Would I want this to be the way we solved those nasty little troubles that sometimes arose? At the moment, I could only let my body speak and decide how far I’d go into this amazing domain that harkened back to another time, when wives were submissive to their husbands. And what my body was telling me with its wild surges and pressing needs was that I couldn’t stop.
When I returned to the living room, Evan was still standing in the middle of the room. He towered over me. I never realized how foreboding his bearing could be. I’m sure it had something to do w
