But a good man like Lawton Brady?
My head could spin for a week and not have an answer.
What made him leap on this behavior? My mind spun trying to find a reasonable answer. But maybe there was none. Or maybe it was my fault. Maybe my need for a dominant force to run my life, to contain me, beat me, use me had brought out the beast in him. Perhaps I need only look in the mirror to find my answer.
In the morning, we scrambled eggs and drank huge mugs of steaming coffee. Everything rocked my taste buds and my body felt ecstatically happy. The rest of me was a little edgy; submissive’s remorse, perhaps.
What have I done! What has he done to me! Things like that pestered me all through the hot shower and a long look in the mirror at the marks left on my flesh. I didn’t look badly beaten, b
