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would give her some
space.
    The ghost of a smile crossed his face
when she said that, and she wondered what was going on inside of
that head of his.
    Heather, after some back and forth
discussion, left the ring on the table and finished her coffee,
lukewarm now, in a couple of gulps. Wordlessly, at an impasse in
the conversation, nearly a debate by the raised voices and the tone
at times, she got up and took the cup into the kitchen. Sticking
her head out, she told a miserable Braden that she was going to
have a shower.
    He nodded, with his eyes downcast, and
almost on autopilot as his hand reached for the remote.
     
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    The shower enclosure was big and
luxurious. It had glass panels and took up an entire corner of a
fairly large bathroom, done in a pleasant combination of blue and
yellow glazed cubes, with a floor of creamy, veined marble tiles.
The window, up high, was frosted but un-curtained.
    Heather soaped up and
scrubbed herself thoroughly, analyzing her feelings and tying to
come to some manageable outcome. The thought of losing Braden was
almost unbearable, yet the man had treated her badly, and
thoughtlessly, no doubt filled with enthusiasm, risking her exposure and
embarrassment.
    He kept talking about how a
relationship was about more than just good sex, and she agreed with
him. The trouble was, she’d never seriously considered it. Not
really—she saw that now. It was all escape, all fantasy. Braden was
offering more, so much more. He wanted more.
    It wasn’t about sex after
all for Heather. This was a new revelation. It was about her fears.
It was about the habits, or rather, habit, of a lifetime. It was
about her self. Her personhood, and did she or didn’t she have the
right?
    It was a question of who she wanted to
be.
    Heather thought her life in the Church
was important. She didn’t know if she could let it go, as she
finished rinsing the shampoo out of her hair and put in some
conditioner.
    As a qualified teacher, she didn’t
necessarily have to be a nun to teach kids. That tidbit of
information was true enough.
    Turning, she saw a form outside the
foggy glass. With a rueful grin, she saw Braden standing naked with
a forlorn look on his face. She shook her head in
resignation.
    He lifted a hand and knocked on the
door, and she tried not to smile.
    She opened it a few inches.
    “ Yes?”
    “ Special Delivery for
Sister Heather.”
    “ Oh. You brat.” She
stepped back, out of the way, and shook some of the water out of
her hair.
    Braden stepped into the steamy
enclave, wearing a lean and hungry look on his face.
    She snuggled up tight. His penis rose
rock hard in two seconds flat as she fondled it.
    Braden held her in close, kissing the
top of her head and just trying to be very gentle and loving with
her. He was perfectly aware of the choice he had presented her, and
with no prior warning.
    He prayed for luck. He prayed he had
done the right thing.
    “ I really am sorry. But
you have to admit, it’s a good gag.”
    “ Did you really carry me
out in a sack, Braden?”
    A strange grin went across his face as
she looked up.
    “ Something like that.” He
kissed her forehead tenderly. “I thought my heart would explode
right out of my chest, about halfway down them God-damned
stairs.”
    “ Jesus, Murphy. Oh, Lordy.
When a nice man like you is that determined, how can a girl
resist?”
    “ Then don’t resist.” He
kissed her deeply, and to his relief, she returned it. “Just go
with the flow.”
    She offered no further resistance as
he began to make love to her in the shower, and after a time, she
began to respond with a few measured little touches of her own. As
for her decision, that could wait. As for going back to the
convent, with a little luck she might sneak back in there late
Sunday night and no one would be the wiser.
    But she didn’t think so. It was too
much to expect. She could expect trouble sooner rather than later.
She was a new girl there, and sooner or later someone in