DISINTEGRATION

CHAPTER 2

We are still in the time frame of the episode Grow. I thought we would be visiting Mike and Sarah, but Bobby and Annie took up all my time for this one!

Thank you Spook, as always, for being such a great beta!

Mature theme warning: The last scene is more explicit than I usually post and you should skip it if you are not comfortable.

"Hello Annie. Aren't you going to invite me in?"

"Of course I'm not going to invite you in, Nicole." She wished she could control the slight quaver in her voice. It was always an unwelcome shock when Nicole Wallace made contact with her, but this was the first time she had come to their home. Although she had never overtly threatened Annie, it was unsettling to realize she was in the presence of someone who killed without qualms.

"You silly goose!" Nicole's laugh was merry. The thought crossed Annie's mind that it was a laugh she would have found enchanting…if she didn't know who it belonged to. "I know all about your trips to Connecticut with the children…Bobby's efforts to protect you all from me, I suppose. Don't you think that if I were capable of doing the things Bobby has accused me of, and if I really wanted to harm you or your children…well, wouldn't I have done it already?"

"So you're asking me to trust you?"

"Really, Annie, I just want to talk." Nicole slipped past Annie into the house. Seeing Sandy sitting there, she leaned down to pet the dog's golden head and exclaimed, "Oh my! Aren't you lovely?!" Sandy stayed sitting as she had been ordered, but her tail beat rapidly on the floor, ecstatic to have an admirer.

So much for dogs being excellent judges of character, Annie thought wryly. She wasn't sure what to do now that Nicole was inside her home. Should she try to throw her out? She knew from what Bobby had told her about Nicole's victims that becoming physical with her would be a mistake. Should she run out of the house and call for help? As disconcerting as it was to be in Nicole's presence, she just didn't feel as though she was in danger. Although, she thought, I wonder how many of her victims felt they were in danger….before it was too late.

She opted to leave the front door open and moved into the living room, making sure Nicole wasn't between her and the door. Sandy was watching her with pitiful eyes, tail wagging, and faint whimpers coming from her as she begged to move. Annie took pity on her and gave the command to "Release". Sandy immediately followed Nicole as she moved around the living room, looking at the décor, the knickknacks, the pictures. Traitor, Annie wanted to tell the dog.

"Your children are beautiful, you know," Nicole said as she picked up a picture of the three children. "Andrew and Phillip look like carbon copies of their father, don't they? I believe they have a birthday coming up in a few days." Her voice was soft and thoughtful as she traced a finger over the images of the twins. Annie resisted a strong urge to rip the picture from her hands. "And Ally…well, she looks just like you. She's twelve now, right?" Nicole looked up and smiled at the expression on Annie's face. "Birth certificates are public information, you know. Don't look so frightened, Annie. I don't wish any harm to your children. In fact, under other circumstances, I would suggest getting your daughter and my stepdaughter together. They are close in age and I think they would get along famously." Annie didn't answer and Nicole sighed. "But, of course, these aren't other circumstances, are they? I assume Bobby told you about my fiancé and my stepdaughter…hasn't he?"

The stepdaughter he thinks you are planning to murder? Annie didn't say the words; she just nodded silently.

"Ah…I see Bobby has told you his ridiculous theory about my plot to murder my family. He's wrong, Annie. Nothing could be further from the truth."

Annie frowned slightly as the teasing, superior attitude that Nicole always had towards her in these encounters seemed to fade away. For a moment Annie found herself almost believing her…wanting to believe her. She finally found her voice and asked, "What do you want, Nicole?"

Nicole shrugged, then waved her hand. "I wanted to see what Detective Robert Goren comes home to every night…besides the devoted little woman, that is. He has a lovely life here, doesn't he? A wife who adores him, three beautiful children, a nice home with a nice mortgage, two cars, even the faithful dog." Nicole sat down on the couch and patted Sandy's head. "It's not exactly the sort of home that he grew up in, now is it?"

"No, it isn't." Annie sat down, perching on the edge of the chair, afraid to sit back and relax as Nicole seemed to be doing.

"But he overcame his childhood to create a new life for himself, didn't he?"

"I don't know that he 'created a new life'. His family is still a part of who he is," Annie said thoughtfully. "He didn't…eliminate the life he had. He just chose a different way to live."

"Ahhh…..and do you think that if you only keep the house clean enough, and the children obedient enough, and your sex life interesting enough…that you can keep him from repeating the patterns he learned from his father?"

"I try to make my husband happy because I love him. He isn't his father and he isn't repeating any patterns."

"And it doesn't bother you that once again he is obsessed with destroying yet another relationship for me? Surely you can see it. My ex-husband, Ella, and now Evan and Gwen." She leaned forward earnestly. "Face it, Annie, your husband just cannot bear to see me happy in a relationship with someone else. He will do anything to make sure no one else can have me." She smiled. "That seems like strange behavior for a happy family man, don't you think?"

"It's not so strange for a cop to try to prevent you from victimizing any more of your…..true loves."

Nicole looked at her contemplatively. Annie waited for the next insinuation, the next attack…but Nicole abruptly changed the subject.

"You know, this life you and Bobby have built here…this domesticity…it's the kind of life I am trying to build for myself…and my new family."

"Really," Annie said skeptically.

"So you don't believe me any more than Bobby does. It seems to me that when I read about that terrible attack that happened to you a few years ago, it said that you were working in the soup kitchen of your church at the time."

"Yes…." Annie said, not wanting to discuss that day with this woman.

"You go to church…believe in the Bible."

"Yes." She was curious where Nicole was going with this.

"You believe in redemption and changed lives and all that rubbish, yes?"

"Yes."

"But your husband doesn't. Does his cynicism bother you?"

Annie found herself smiling. "Not at all, because he isn't cynical. Bobby may have a different view of God than I do, but he does believe in redemption and changed lives." She held Nicole's gaze. "I think what he has trouble believing is the sincerity of…some….people claiming to want to change."

"And you don't doubt anyone's sincerity?"

"Sure I do. But I realize that only God can know a person's heart, and it's not for me to judge. The only thing we humans can judge is the…outward expression of a changed life."

Annie was not prepared for the turn the conversation had taken. It was bizarre to be sitting in her comfortable living room, discussing spirituality with a serial killer. Annie tried to read the expression on Nicole's face as they stared at one another, but she couldn't.

"You believe that your god can redeem anyone?"

"Yes."

"Even a murderer?"

"Even a murderer."

"And just like that, all his or her sins are forgiven and forgotten."

"By God, yes."

"By God….but not by people?"

"Not always…being forgiven by God doesn't mean there aren't consequences for our actions here and now."

"Ahhh…." Nicole smiled triumphantly. "There it is…the loophole you religious fanatics use to explain why your god is actually powerless to change anything."

Annie leaned back in the chair and smiled at her. She folded her arms and said, "He's not powerless, Nicole. But we can't always understand His ways. He doesn't always choose to change our circumstances, but He will always change us…if we truly want to change, which will change how we react to our circumstances. And that makes all the difference."

Nicole chuckled. "Now what, Sister Annie? Are you going to lead me in the 'sinner's prayer' so you can save my soul?"

"If you want…yes."

"And I'll join your church, we'll become best friends, and work side by side serving the poor?"

"Maybe not serving the poor…but I'm sure there will be a good prison ministry you can get involved in."

Now Nicole laughed outright. "Oh Annie, you are too amusing! Well," she said, standing up, "this has been fun, but I should be going now. I'm sure you will need to pick your children up from school soon." She looked at Annie, her face serious for a moment. "And I need to pick up my daughter, as well."

Annie stood and followed her to the door, where Nicole paused and turned back to face her.

"Good bye Annie."

"Good bye Nicole."

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"She was here?!" Bobby looked at her with disbelief. "Nicole was in our house?"

"In our house, in our living room, petting our dog, and looking at pictures of our children."

Annie had waited until the children were in bed to tell him about Nicole's visit, knowing that Bobby was going to be upset. She had judged his reaction correctly.

"And you're telling me this now? You should have called me immediately." He paced around the kitchen, touching the items on the counters, rearranging the canisters, coffee maker, blender, then moving them back in place.

"And what would you have done," Annie asked softly.

"Contact Carver to have her bail revoked. She threatened a police officer's wife! I'm going to call him first thing in the morning." He brushed his hand over the back of his neck. "Why would you let her in?"

"Let her?! How was I supposed to keep her out? Tackle her?"

"You should have called 911."

Annie sighed. "Bobby…."

"You and I are going first thing in the morning to buy a gun for you."

"A gun?!" She was confused by the sudden shift in the conversation. "What are you talking about?"

"A gun…something smaller than mine, easier for you to handle….something you can carry in your purse. I'll get the paperwork expedited for a permit to carry a concealed weapon." Annie stared at him with her mouth open. "It won't be hard. You're a cop's wife; you've been threatened by a suspect."

"Bobby…I am not going to carry a gun!"

"Yes you are," he told her firmly, raising his voice.

She folded her arms and glared back at him. "No I am not," she said, with equal volume.

"This isn't up for discussion, Annie."

"You're right, it isn't up for discussion. You know better than anyone how hard it is for me just to handle your gun once a month. I'm not going to have one in my purse, where the kids might find it…or one of Janey and Rob's kids. It's too dangerous."

"It's too dangerous for you to have no way to protect yourself," he shouted. "And no way to protect the kids. Have you thought about that? What if the kids are home the next time she shows up? Are you telling me that you wouldn't shoot her to protect the kids?"

"I'm not going to debate hypothetical situations with you," she yelled back. "The truth is that a gun in my purse or in my hands is more of a danger to me…and to the kids…than it is to Nicole Wallace. I am telling you that I will not carry a gun!"

"Other cops' wives do this all the time!"

"Other cops' wives do…..but you aren't married to any of them! You're married to me and you knew before you married me how I felt about guns."

"And you knew that I was in the Army! You knew I planned to go into law enforcement. You knew my life would involve guns."

"I knew your work would involve guns! But I am your life; the kids are your life. And guns have no place in this part of your life!"

"You don't get it, Annie! My work, my family….it's all interconnected. That should be very clear to you since a murderer dropped by our home today! I have to keep my family safe!"

"Not by sticking a gun in my hand! What's next? The kids? You can't be with them every minute. I can't be with them every minute. Are we going to arm them when we send them off to school in the mornings?"

"Alright," he said angrily. "Alright! Then you and the kids are going to Connecticut first thing in the morning."

She took a deep breath and tried to lower her voice. "No we aren't."

"Damn it, Annie!"

"I'm not running anymore. Nicole already knows where we go. If she really wants to hurt me or the kids, going to Grandpa's isn't going to stop her."

"Then what do you suggest we do?" His voice was still loud, still laced with frustration and anger.

"Trust God," she said simply.

Bobby swore, then said contemptuously, "That's your solution? Pray for protection? Ask God to surround you with angels? I have news for you, Annie…..people are murdered every day, whether they are Christians or not. Your faith doesn't give you some invisible force field."

She didn't answer and they stood facing each other in silence for several long moments. Bobby dropped into one of the chairs, suddenly feeling exhausted. He leaned his elbows on the table and rested his head in his hands.

"I don't know what to do," he said wearily.

Annie moved to stand behind him, leaned down and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, her cheek against his. For several minutes they didn't move, didn't speak. Finally he took hold of her arm and pulled her around to straddle his lap. He wrapped his arms around her waist and buried his face against her. Annie put her arms around his shoulders and laid her cheek against his dark curls.

"I don't know what to do," he whispered again.

She kissed the top of his head and said softly, "If you want to keep your family safe, I have a suggestion."

He raised his head and looked at her. "What's that?"

"Put Nicole Wallace in jail," she said with a smile.

"Now why didn't I think of that?" He closed his eyes and rested his forehead against hers for a moment. Raising his head to look at her again he said, "I thought you believed in the whole 'wives submit to your husbands' thing."

"I do." She grinned at him. "But I get a special dispensation when my husband is being unreasonable."

He laughed softly. "So anytime I disagree with you, I'm being unreasonable…and you don't have to submit?"

She giggled. "Something like that."

Holding his face between her hands she softly kissed his lips, his nose, his cheeks, his eyes, then back to his mouth. She parted his lips with her tongue and explored his mouth. He sighed as the kiss ended.

"OK, so what did Nicole want?"

"Oh, you know…the usual." Imitating Nicole's accent, she said, "Don't bother hiding from me because I know how to find you and your children. Bobby is a product of his childhood and will leave you just as his father left his mother. He is secretly in love with me and wants to destroy anyone that I fall in love with in order to have me all to himself. You aren't woman enough to keep him away from me."

"Is that all?" Bobby smiled and kissed her.

"Actually….no, it isn't." He looked at her curiously. "She talked about this perfect family life you have and how she just wants to be left alone so she can have the same thing. And…."

"And," he prompted.

"And….she asked what I believe about God and redemption and whether it's possible for people to really change. It was very…..surreal."

"I bet. So what did you tell her?"

"I told her that I believe God can change anyone….if they truly want to be changed. I sort of lost her when I said that even when God forgives, we still have to face consequences for our actions."

Bobby gave a snort of derision. "Yeah, Nicole isn't really the 'I did the crime, I'll do the time' kind of girl." He looked at Annie closely. "You know she was just toying with you, right? Playing some kind of mind game with you."

"Yes, I know," she said thoughtfully.

"But?"

"But….well, I think there was a part of her…a small part, maybe….that was….sincerely looking for answers." She looked at him tentatively, waiting for his reaction.

"You think she wants to change? That she has changed?"

"I don't know," Annie said with a shrug. "I don't know what's in her heart. But she asked me what I believe and I told her."

"Were you trying to convert her," he asked with a smile.

"Well, sure I was….that's what we crazy religious fanatics do, you know."

"I suppose you're going to tell me that you and Nicole Wallace held hands and sang 'Kumbaya'."

Annie laughed. "Yes we did. But she sang off key."

He hugged her to him as they laughed together. He kissed her; a long, deep kiss that left her breathless.

"Let's go to bed, Babe," she whispered.

Bobby kept his arm around her as they moved through the kitchen and the living room, turning off lights, checking the locks. They left Sandy curled up in her bed in the kitchen and headed up the stairs….only to find all three children sitting at the top of the stairs.

"You were yelling," Ally said accusingly.

"Did we wake you," Annie asked.

Phillip nodded his head, while Ally answered. "Yes….because you were yelling. Again."

"We're sorry, kids," Bobby told them. "Mom and I were arguing….but it's over. We made up."

Andrew said hesitantly, "You guys argue a lot."

Annie moved to the top of the stairs as Phillip and Andrew stood up. She put an arm around each of them. "Yeah, sometimes we argue a lot. People do that. But then," she said with a smile, "Daddy realizes he is wrong and it's all over." The boys both laughed, but Ally turned to glare up at her.

"It's not funny," she shouted and burst into tears.

Bobby dropped down to sit next to Ally and pulled her onto his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face against his chest as she sobbed. Annie kissed the boys on their foreheads and sent them back to bed. She sat down next to Bobby, squeezing herself between him and the wall. Ally cried and Bobby just rocked her until the tears slowed and she took a couple of deep, hiccupping breaths. Finally she was quiet in his arms, cheek against his chest.

"Hey," he said, "better now?" She nodded her head, eyes still closed. "You know your Mom and I love you, right?" She nodded again. "And you know that I love your Mom and she loves me, right?" Ally silently shrugged her shoulders. "Well, I'm telling you that we do love each other very much. You fight with your brothers sometimes, but it doesn't mean you don't love them or that they aren't your brothers, right?" Another nod. "It's the same for Mom and me. Sometimes we fight, sometimes we yell. But we love each other and we are still a family. Understand?'" Another nod and another hiccup as she took a breath. "OK, then, you should get to bed."

Ally sat up and started to move off her father's lap, when he pulled her against him and hugged her tightly. "Night Sweetheart," he said, kissing her forehead.

"Night Daddy," she said in a tremulous voice. She leaned over to hug Annie and said, "Night Mom."

"Good night Sweetie." Annie kissed her cheek and watched as she stood, stepped between her parents and walked to her bedroom. Bobby reached his arm around her and pulled her against him. She laid her head on his shoulder and they sat for a long time, listening to their children settling down, the whispers of the boys faded and then the house was silent. Standing up, Bobby took her hand and pulled her up.

In their bedroom, Bobby locked the door and moved to sit on the side of the bed, watching Annie as she changed into pajamas and got ready for bed. He was still sitting in the same spot when she came out of the bedroom.

"Ally has been awfully moody lately. And she hasn't played in that playhouse for years, but suddenly she's in there with her books every day and won't let the boys in; she doesn't even want me in there, says she wants to be alone. What do you think is going on with her?"

Annie smiled as she looked at her husband, surprised that he hadn't guessed….being the student of human behavior that he was.

"Well," she said slowly, "I think its hormones."

Bobby looked up at her. "Hormones?"

"Um……..yeah…you know, puberty."

"Pub….you mean…has she started menstruating?" Annie tried not to laugh at the incredulous look on his face.

"Not yet. But judging from her mood swings, I would say it's going to be soon."

"But….she's only…she's just a little girl!"

Annie knelt on the floor in front of him and took his big hands in hers. "She's twelve…the same age I was when I started."

"But…I'm not ready!"

Now Annie couldn't contain her laughter. "Well, my love, from what I remember of the human reproduction classes I took in school, I don't think that the father's readiness or unreadiness plays any part in the process."

He smiled at her and cupped her cheek with his hand. "I guess if Nature waited for fathers to be ready, girls would never enter puberty."

"No doubt," Annie said, laughing harder.

"Hey, how does laughing at your husband fit into this whole 'submit to your husband' thing?"

Annie laughed even harder. "Oh, I'm allowed to laugh when my husband is being silly!"

"Uh huh! So, you don't have to submit when I'm being unreasonable or when I'm being silly. There sure seem to be a lot of loopholes there." He grinned down at her.

Her eyes widened with feigned innocence and she shrugged her shoulders. "Well, I don't make the rules. I just interpret them."

She squealed with laughter when he suddenly caught her around the waist, lifted her onto the bed, and rolled over on top of her.

"Alright. Now, Wife….it's time to submit to your husband."

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Bobby kissed her, pinning her legs under his as he slipped his left hand under her shirt. She gasped against his mouth when he curled his hand around her breast and slid his thumb across her nipple. She wriggled beneath him as he continued playing with her breast, her fingers digging into his back through his shirt. His mouth held hers captive and she moaned softly. He pushed his left knee between her legs and she thrust against him. He withdrew his hand from under her shirt and she groaned softly in disappointment. Bobby raised himself above her and straddled her hips as he pulled her shirt up over her head and off. He caught her wrists in one hand while they were still above her head and reached over to the night stand for his hand cuffs. He grinned at her as he expertly slipped one cuff around her wrist, threaded the other one through the headboard and clicked it around her other wrist.

"Just making sure there aren't any more 'loopholes' to this whole submissive thing," he said softly and leaned down to kiss her, his hands on the bed on either side of her head. He kept from touching her naked upper body as he continued to kiss her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, drawing her tongue into his. She arched, trying to find contact for her suddenly sensitive skin. He chuckled against her mouth as he denied her that contact.

"Please, Bobby," she whispered.

He captured her face between his hands and held her still as he trailed kisses over her face. He gently tugged her earlobe between his teeth and whispered, "Please what?"

"Please….." She tried to arch against him, tried to wiggle her legs apart. But they were held tightly together by his muscular thighs. "Please……touch me…." Her breathing became ragged as he kissed her throat, stopping at the sensitive hollow. She tried to arch again, whimpering as his mouth continued downward, his stubble scraping against her skin. "Yes! There," her voice was still a whisper as he began to nibble at her breast, slowly, achingly, his teeth coming closer and closer to the throbbing nipple. "Oh!" she breathed as his lips finally closed around it. His teeth nipped, and he sucked, gently at first, becoming increasingly rough. She arched against him, her head pushing back against the bed, eyes closed.

He smiled against her, feeling her gasp as she tried to keep from crying out. A screamer by nature, in the early years of their marriage she had not cared about neighbors or anyone else hearing her, but gave herself over completely to her passion. As the children came along, and grew older, she had learned to contain her cries and her screams….unless the children were not in the house. He knew this was torture for her as she fought her desire to scream.

He released her nipple and moved to the other breast, holding the nipple with his teeth as he rubbed his tongue roughly across it. His hands roamed across her bare upper body, probing, tickling, squeezing lightly in places, harder in others. She was still wiggling her hips and her legs, trying to free them from the vise grip of his legs.

"Please, oh please, Bobby," she whispered desperately. He let go of her and rose up to sit back on his haunches, looking at her. Her face and her breasts were flushed, both from arousal and from his kisses and his stubble. She was panting and looking up at him, her blue eyes dark with desire. He loosened his grip on her thighs as he scooted back slightly. Grasping the waistband of her pajama bottoms and her underwear, he slowly dragged them down and off, finally releasing her legs. She spread her legs apart as he leaned down and resumed his attention to her breasts, kissing, sucking, nipping, dragging his stubble across them.

She kept her voice low as she pleaded with him, arching into his mouth, thrusting her hips up toward him. But she suddenly became still as his mouth moved lower, trailing across her stomach, his tongue leaving wet trail in between the gentle bites. He moved lower, nibbling at the curve of her waist to her hip, across her belly to her other hip, then lower still.

Her gasp was a soft gurgle in the back of her throat as his fingers spread her open then his mouth was….there. Warm and wet against her, licking with his tongue, now nibbling gently with his teeth, now sucking…..gently, then firmer….almost, but not quite, rough….his fingers slipping inside her. He felt her thighs fall open even more, felt her body go very still, felt her shallow pants…all indicators that she was close….so close…..

He stopped suddenly and stood up beside the bed, smiled down at her as she captured the moan of disappointment that wanted to break from her. Her breasts rose and fell quickly as she tried to catch her breath; her eyes were very dark now as she watched him. He slowly……oh so slowly…..began unbuttoning his shirt as she stared up at him. When it was open, he shrugged and it fell off and onto the floor. His fingers opened his belt, the button of his jeans, slowly slipped the zipper down. She moaned softly and wiggled her hips against the bed as he lowered his jeans and underwear, stepped out of them. He moved back to the bed and again knelt between her legs, but didn't move immediately to enter her. He fondled himself as he knelt there and watched her jaw go slack and her breath catch.

He lowered himself to lay along the length of her, still not entering her. His hands held her head still as he lowered his mouth to hers for a long, aching kiss. Raising his head just a whisper away from hers he asked her, "What do you want, Annie?"

"You," she breathed.

"Uh, uh, uh….," he admonished. "The words, Annie. I want to hear the words."

She knew what he wanted. The one word she hated, the word she thought most vulgar, the word she never used…..never, except for moments like this when they were alone.

"I want you to fuck me," she whispered. "I want you to fuck me hard and deep….and now…please, Bobby, please…fuck me now, right now!"

He slid his hand between their bodies to position himself, and finally…..she gasped as he slid into her. She wiggled her hips so that he slid deeper, she arched against him and moaned softly, wrapped her legs around his hips as he began to move, slowly at first as she adjusted to him, and she began to move with him. His hand was still between them and he moved so that his thumb touched her….there….she groaned as his thumb rubbed against her, arched her head back against the bed. He kissed her throat and felt her tremble. He pulled his hand from between them and grasped her butt with both hands, as he thrust deeper, faster. With the experience of almost fourteen years of making love to her, pleasing her, he knew exactly where her G-spot was and now he thrust against that spot….again, and again, each time a little harder. And she was there again…..her thighs opening, her body still except where she pushed back against him, the shallow pants …she was almost there, almost……her mouth opened with a loud gasp and he covered her mouth with his, muffling her cry as the orgasm began and moved in waves across her body and then began again. He released her mouth and buried his face against her, gripped her hips even tighter with his hands and thrust harder, deeper….her spasms pushing him over the edge until he cried out softly and hoarsely against her skin.

He collapsed against her and they lay, wet with perspiration, panting, hearts racing….now slowing. His face was against her throat, her cheek against his forehead. He felt the spasms spread through her again. A detached part of his brain remembered reading once that a G-spot orgasm could last from a few minutes to as long as forty-five minutes….or longer. He chuckled softly against Annie's throat as he wondered how she would react to a forty-five minute orgasm. He felt her smile against his forehead and softly kiss him. She took a deep breath as her heart rate and breathing slowed. He knew that in the morning there would be bruises, in the shape of his fingers, against the fair skin of her hips and buttocks. But he knew she wouldn't care; she loved when he grabbed her and thrust into her with abandon. Bobby raised himself on his elbow and reached to the night stand for the key to the hand cuffs. He released her and she moaned softly as she moved her arms. Then she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him close.

They lay for a long time, recovering. Finally he raised his head so that he could look at her. "Now that's what I call a submissive wife," he said softly.

She laughed and pulled him down for a kiss.

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