The face of an intellectual. And his voice! That voice so enraptured me. It fuelled my daydreams and echoed throughout my fantasies at night.”The bo...y smirked at this but Elisabeth did not notice. She was miles away now in a much nicer place as she continued with her story.~“He was transferred to our area from his previous parish to replace our aging confessor at the church and to serve as a sort of guidance counsellor to the girls of St. Agatha’s. He was also in charge of religious instruction.. ” But there was part of her that felt as if he was trying to control her, taking the first steps into dominating her, something she would love him to do.“You know what? I changed my mind,” Stan said suddenly as he took the bags from his daughter, as he realized that plan wouldn’t work, “call me old fashioned, but I’m the man, so I’ll handle the bags.” Stan hoped that this would lessen his daughter’s infatuation with Bill. Stan had to admit he wasn’t what he could do to make his daughter to. Supper was just being readied as we came on the island. We met our chef who congratulated us on our marriage and left us with a great meal. We ate and Karen then said, "Brad, take your wife to bed." By the time we reached the bedroom, we were both naked and fell into bed to enjoy our carnal pursuit of each other. We woke up some time after midnight for a late night skinny dip in the ocean. We showered off and returned to bed. This time, we slept holding each other until well after daylight.We. He shrugged slightly and sniffing he stepped back from Heather for a moment.“Afterwards I didn’t feel as comfortable in this place, I was worried about what I could do here, what I could become.”Wiping his eyes Marek smile looked full of his concern for Heather.“Revenge can feel good at the time, but it can haunt you afterwards, are you sure this is what you want?” He asked her.“Is that why you stopped coming here?” Heather asked, when Marek winced and nodded she carried on. “I need to do this.