For one fleeting moment time stands still. This moment occurs when the lips of two lovers meet for the first time after spending many lonely nights in each other's arms, tangled together in a forbidden act of passion. The moments they shared together were rare but savored by the red-haired beauty. The dark-haired barber, however, left as soon as he was done with her. He didn't want to savor any of what they were doing. He wanted desperately just to forget what they had been doing, but all through the night images of the fiery baker below, writhing in pleasure beneath him, kept popping into his head. He would kill her if he didn't depend on her so much. He needed her to stay sane long enough to kill the Judge. He needed her more than he ever would realize.

They stayed staring at each other once they pulled away. Her lips tingled in pleasure and thrill, while his burned at the contact. It disgusted him, but something deep inside awoke at the contact. He felt a longing that he hadn't felt for 15 years. He needed her. He needed the contact he didn't care if it was her, but she was better than some whore or beggar off the streets. He had been coming to her bed lately to satisfy his needs but after kissing her he realized how desperate for contact he truly was. Now that he had a glimpse of exactly what all she could do for him he demanded she give in to him at her own disposal.

He hadn't ever meant to kiss her or touch her in a way that it would seem like he was genuinely interested in her. She was too attached to him as it was, he certainly didn't want to be encouraging her behavior. He just couldn't resist anymore. He needed her gentle touch, and soft caresses. He longed for her body now. What she didn't know was that she had just got more then she had bargained for. She was now his wench.