John Ross was nothing if not determined. Being bullheaded always made him follow his own lead. Once again John Ross tried to arrive at the doctor's office exactly at the moment he knew Pamela would be ending a session. He did this for about a week, always there with the flowers to exchange a few words and let her know he was there for her.

The doctor tried hard to conceal his irritation. John Ross didn't give a damn. He was always working his own plan. Today was no different.

"Ain't it a fine day today, darling," he said, in front of the doctor, "Care to take a stroll with me in the garden?" Then he turned, "That would be okay wouldn't it, Doc ?"

In the garden he opened the gate for her. "So what do you do with all your time?"

"Not very much." She answered. "Actually, I'm very bored."

"Is that a fact? Well, you know at Southfork we have a pool and horses and every kind of entertainment you could possibly want. I don't suppose you'd be bored there."

"When can I go home?" She asked, looking at him earnestly with those baby blues.

He spluttered. "Darling, anytime you're ready. They're dying to have you."

"They?" She asked, and he could see she was uneasy at the idea of other people.

"I built us our own little apartment, honey. You can have all the privacy you want."

"Okay," she smiled softly, and his heart skipped a beat.

"Alright, let's go pack your bags then!"

"Mr. Ewing I must object in the strongest terms. You have no idea how dangerous this is. How precarious, how fragile your wife's stability is. I must say, this is selfish on your part. She isn't ready."

John Ross was becoming less sure of himself by the moment, with the Doc practically yelling at him. But he wasn't about to let it show.

"Doc, she was the one who asked me to come home. I'm not the one who's going to deny her anything she wants."

The Doc looked surprised for a moment then sneered, "I have no doubt you manipulated her into thinking so. But she needs security, a stable environment. Not- to go back to the same situation that put her here in the first place."

"You don't have to worry, Doc. I have changed my wicked ways. I will never cheat on my wife again. All I want in this life is her happiness."

"Her treatment is not completed. You may think you have a docile wife, but all that self destructive rage is just pent up and very close to the surface."

"Well she can continue treatment. I promise I'll bring her back for every appointment. Faithfully. Word of honor."

Not even that appeased him. "You're very reckless, Mr. Ewing. Very reckless. I hope you don't live to regret it." He shook his head bitterly.

John Ross got out of there to look for a place where he could call home and warn them of Pamela's coming. That doctor had freaked the shit out of him. He had to make sure there wouldn't be any awkward encounters. He had spent all his time preparing the place but not the people.

But as luck would have it he bumped into Pamela, ready with her bag.

The Doctor hid his displeasure and smiled at Pamela. "I expect to see you for our sessions every day then."

"Can I come every other day Doctor?" she asked.

There was a slight hesitation. "As you wish."

In the car John Ross was cheerful and tried to buy time. "How about we go and get the biggest burger to celebrate your freedom. No? Ice cream?"

"I just want to go home," she smiled.

"Southfork it is then."

When they get to Soutfork John Ross just parked the car and slipped her right into the new master suite. He proudly introduced her to every feature of the apartment until they came to the bed.

"Look, I can sleep in another room if you... if you need some space. I don't want you to feel any pressure..."

His libido leapt up like a flame when she said, "John Ross I don't want to be alone." But then he was left hanging when she said, "But you're right, let's take it slow."

What the hell did women mean anyway when they said that?

After a quiet dinner with Annie and Bobby ( thank God everyone else was out), he found himself preparing for bed with Pamela, who said, "I didn't realize how tired I was."

He watched her surreptitiously as she slipped under the covers beside him and proceeded to go to sleep.

There would be no sleep for him. He was fully aroused and just wanted to feast his eyes on her. Every curve of her face he examined. Every time she moved he was moved too, like someone was stirring the embers of a dying campfire. Each timed he dosed off he was awakened again to suffer the same sweet torture. He remembered all over again that she was beside him. It was like getting exactly what you wanted on Christmas morning. And then he felt that twinge of fear, and conscience. Like the other shoe was about to drop.

Somewhere in the middle of the night she began to whimper. Tiny sounds that horrified and alarmed him. He thought she was reliving the horrors of her suffering in a nightmare. "Noooo. Don't do that. Don't touch me there."

John Ross got off the bed now, and vowed that he would sleep on the couch from now on. He didn't want a wife that was afraid of him, who didn't want him to touch her.

The next morning John Ross and Pamela were having a quiet breakfast at the kitchen table when one by one the family started to appear. First Annie, then Bobbie and Christopher come in from outside. When Sue Ellen showed up, because it was the weekend, he began to feel there were too many people at Southfork.

How was he going to manage his mother so she wouldn't start asking Pamela impertinent questions. She was like a loose cannon.

No sooner was Sue Ellen settled at the table with her cup of tea, the door opened again. This time John Ross' heart literally stopped. What in the hell was Emma doing there?

The cold breeze seemed come in with her. A chill settled on everyone in the room.