““I didn’t like who I was,” he said, staring at his glass. She wanted to see his eyes at this moment, but feared if she stopped him, he’d never get started again. So she waited, and let him take all the time her needed. “Hell, I haven’t liked this from the start, this whole slave, submission thing. I just figured you needed it, some sort of, and don’t get mad, but some kind of shock therapy or something, to help you get over everything that happened. But that’s not it, is it?””