Are you sure that you are up to this task?”Enora pursed her lips and bowed to the blood soaked ground.“I am, My Queen.”Her eyes were steely, her... gaze unfaltering.“I will never let you down.”The Queen smiled broadly and began unfurling the whip in her hands.“No, you will not let me down. Because if you did, you would suffer a worse fate than this one here. Leave us. Do not return without my artefact.”As Enora strode out of the room, she heard the crack of the whip and the wailing screams of her. She was starting to look at what she'd done. I could see the therapy working as the anger and bitterness faded and she started to really examine both what she'd done, and why she'd done it.The first thing I saw her examining was recognition of the what – how it had impacted her life and mine. She didn't really have a huge grasp of why, but she certainly delved into the what.There were various entries regarding her dating, and her feelings on it. I could tell she was doing it because she felt. A big part of me was excited at what had happened inside my wife. In our ten years together I had never seen her so lost in lust as she was tonight…with another man, let alone a blackman! My heart sank again and I fell back into despair and anger. I heard the sliding door facing the pool open and close. My wife and Todd had come inside, I could hear their muffled voices through the door, they were sneaking through the house trying to be quiet. I sat up in bed listening to them moving through. My mother took a job as a cook at a bar which isn't as bad as it seems. She was out of the way of the public for the most part and loved her job. She had plenty of money stashed away but really didn't want to stash the cash for fear of the attention it would bring.My sister Jane and me Mark were dark haired its hard to remember what our father looked like but we both remember the dark hair that was always slapped back. Given we spent most of our free time in the countryside looking after.