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forget, all I could feel was the freshly ironed obsidian sheet I was clutching . Silent tears baptising the linen, choking my pride silent. (Blame the heating in his home. That's what you get if you go to bed naked. Because he scolds you for having any degree of modesty.)
     
     
    I took the coat back.
    It was the first time I ever returned a purchase. That was the night I should have taken a stand. That was the night, he knew he had the power to dictate and I would blindly, compliantly and without resistance, follow.
    It was a power play. And I chose to lose.

 
    Chapter 6
     
    Saturdays Never Change
     
     
    Something that happens to all couples, is routine. Saturday was King Day. And my king liked his routine. (I can see I have to explain that. Hello? Every man likes to be the ‘king of his own castle’ ... get it?)
    I am not a morning person. Gary is. As usual my day starts with blaring Metallica. He likes to kick start his day. With metal and beer. The 'Master of Puppets' – (no pun intended) – album is drilling a hole through my hangover, as I make my way to the rambling white kitchen for the drugs to kill the disease. The tiles are icy under my soles as the shining perfection of our state of the art, heart of the home, threatens to blind me with sterile reflection.
    He walks in behind me, beaming with cheer. I am naked. He grabs a fondle and whispers, "What a good woman. Getting up to cook me breakfast."
    Oh! (So, he thinks I got up to serve him?) Oh! (Realisation dawns.)
    THWACK .              
    One day I am going to thwack him back with a cast-iron frying pan.
    "I saw a movie once with a broad cooking breakfast in nothing but an apron." The hmmmmm in my ear gets the hint across. I make myself coffee and don the apron. Bacon and eggs coming up, master.
    He yells from the lounge, "Where's my tea, Woman?"
    I make his breakfast with precision, and feel good about his pleasure at being served by a not yet fully compos mentis me. When he is happy, he's so loving. That's when he smiles, cuddles and gives me a warm happy feeling. He's showered and dressed after eating. He's ready!
    "Hurry up, woman! We're going to be late!"
    "Where are we going?"
    "Out."
    Great. Thanks for clearing that up . So I dig, "What must I wear?"
    "Jeans!"
    I pull on my jeans, my Doc Marten's, over a skin-tight body suit and give my nipples a modicum of decency by covering them with a waistcoat. (Gone are the designer classy days.)
    I flip my wavy tresses and fluff them out. Grab my smokes, stuff them into my pocket. Put on my sunglasses, and walk to my master.
    … Pause …
     
    (Catch a wake up! You know you're in a screwball, highball, tea-ball relationship when you have to ask him what to wear!)
    It was a slow poisoning of my taste. Endless criticism, to downright, "I'm not being seen with you dressed like that." And each time, I bought the clothes he wanted me to be in, I wore the clothes he preferred for each occasion. It was often subtle, but it undermined my self-confidence perfectly.
     
    … Play ...
    The cocky smile says he approves.
    THWACK .
    That manages to successfully catapult me out the door. Two helmets. Right, we're taking the bike then.
    "Why are we taking the bike?"
    "Because you get a nipple stand from the wind and I like to feel you press them into my back."
    Is everything in life about sex?
    No. I should have known. Where there is sex; there's drugs and rock 'n roll.
    It's an amazing sunny day. The perfect kind, where you ache to go to the beach. The sky is perfectly sun-bleached cobalt, not a cloud to be witnessed, the warmth of the sun feeling like a soothing caress. I understand why he decided to take the blood red Suzuki.
    I discover where we are going when we get there. Alan broke it off with tall and voluptuous Adelle some time back, and is now dating a seriously cute brunette with a mane of wild hair, a-la Tawny Kitane. She looks like a model, about five-foot-five, with a heart-shaped face and vivid