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Chapter Four Tartarus We went like that for a couple of days. I remained naked except for the few times we strolled outside, at the end of a leash even though I walked next to him during the not too hot, not too cold afternoons. Then at night, after dinner, he made me submit. Ryan usually took me in bed, but twice he did it in front of the empty, cold fireplace. Ryan never talked about Janine. I understood why, the grief probably still too recent, but the day would come that he would have to come across with some details, if this thing between us were to have any kind of staying power. But he asked me all kinds of questions about my marriage, about Jim, and how things fell apart so fast between us. I didn’t hold back, detailing how much of a lousy husband he was, his all night drinking