.. never understood it. But," he paused, groping for the right words, "I see something real, in her, in you and Dulcie, in her parents. When she died ...... I was half impressed by ... the reality of it all, and half furious with a God who would take her away from me." I know," Peter frowned, "I was deeply in love with Sara ... my first wife. It was like ... we were two halves of one whole person. We took Dulcie in, you know..." She told me a little of her background." Probably not very much.. If he wanted me to meet at Starbucks at 6am in a halter-top and hip-huggers, so be it. I no longer felt the insecurities about my body that had plagued me throughout my life. I was free to be sexy with him and I let him define what appealed to his senses without dissent or defiance. Of course, at first, I was a little hesitant, but only internally. I complied with his wishes, indulged his desire to see me in things I would never have even considered before because he rewarded me with approving. As I studied his profile, my heart thumped against my chest."Can you watch for a few minutes, Eddie? I have to go down to the head." Sure, take your time and mention my name, you'll get a good seat."I laughed, got up and went down into the salon. Mom and Dad were snuggled together on the settee, reading books."Is everything okay?" Dad asked."Yeah, we're fine. I just have to pee," I replied. "We're running outside to avoid the bridges, Dad. The water is almost flat tonight." I can tell; the ride. “Please leave,” Mom replied her eyes big and frantic.“What are you worried about?” I asked, slightly amused by my mother’s sudden insecurity. She was the most secure woman I knew before this whole Olivia ordeal.“I don’t want you to submit to her too,” Mom answered, clearly convinced I would just eagerly drop to my knees at the snap of that bitches’ fingers.“Mom,” I said, softening my tone and pulling her in for a hug. “I am playing her, she is not playing me.”“She is very manipulative,” Mom.