Is there something wrong?” he asked. She gave a short negative motion with her head. And then words, so sweet, like a cool northern breeze blowing off the lake. “You could hold me now.” It was almost his undoing. “Ah baby.

You hold your head up. You submitting to me doesn't mean you're anything less...the very last thing I want is for you to be some mindless puppet.

And maybe that’s was her biggest crime of all. Making him fall in love with her.

But if I lost you, it would devastate me as nothing else has or ever could. You have so much power over me and that’s frightening.

He did and said all the right things. Things that went straight to her heart, and worse, they inspired the one thing that she'd given up along time ago. Hope.

I'm not stubborn. My way is just better.

I've always wanted to be psychoanalyzed in a den of iniquity.