When we were finished and it was time for him to go, I watched his eyes carefully, seeing that dark glimmering light in them again.
“I was thinking, that lest you forget the real purpose of this afternoon?” he began, “…you need to make another appointment for next week, and we’ll have another go round just for good measure.”
“You don’t mean that!” I protested.
“Oh, but I do,” he replied, that horrid little glint in his eye growing more ruthless as he spoke.
It made me shudder all the more just seeing his eyes that way, thinking how much I loved that masterful way he had about him. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea?
“I just want to make sure that the message sticks,” he added, “besides why not? When we can have so much fun afterwards.”
“I guess I have no choice,” I said quickly yielding
