You have a transportation fetish. I have a Gideon fetish. It's been weeks.

The thing about nightmares was that you couldn't prepare for them. They sneaked up on you when you were most vulnerable.

Gideon was an untamed animal behind closed doors, a lover who bared me to the soul every time he made love to me.

I’ve died and gone to heaven

There's nothing like a little Gideon therapy to make things look up.

Maybe there were people out there whose love could survive anything, but mine was fragile. It needed to be nurtured in order to thrive and grow.

It's probably best for me to work off some energy before I get you naked. I'm sure you'd like to be able to walk tomorrow.