I had also been thinking. "A woman such as myself has a hot desire," I said, still tart, "and perhaps that desire will overcome any objections to the strangeness of the man I happen to be with." Although the words were mainly directed toward myself, Hugh visibly flinched. I had hurt him again. I learned again how easy it is to hurt a man who loves you. It is the ones you hurt that matter most, always. If they did not care, they would not feel the wounds our tongues create. We do damage to our loves by such behaviour and wonder why our men seek solace with others with gentler words and comforting bodies. A woman"s tongue is too potent a weapon to be misused.
"So, I was just one among many then." Hugh had been stung to retaliate and I did not like his response. "A woman of your ardent desir
