He stood before her exactly as in her image, towering over her delicacy. Her stillness flowed around his fire, encircled his thrashing, and he encompa...ssed her quietness. A perfect melody ensured. Savannah watched in amazement. Oliver began simply, softly, his grip light on her body, producing a soft, harmonic sound from deep place between her legs. The melody rolled over her, as cool and sweet as a note as hopeful and lovely as song. She watched his fingers in fascination tainted with soft. " She never called." It wasn't that simple." He sighed. "She wanted to; badly. At first, he didn't trust her not to call Seto. He watched her every move. Then, I think..." He hesitated. "I think he honestly fell for her. I think it was more than just a ploy to keep her occupied and confused. I think he loved her." How could he not?" I asked, more to myself than Bakura. "The question is how did she feel about him?" I wouldn't want to answer that for her." Bakura replied, ever diplomatic. "How. "Sometimes I think so. I mean, what can you do? It's too late; I already fucked everything up." Well, for starters, I can help you understand why you screwed everything up, as you say. Perhaps then, you can find a way to stop making the mistakes you've been making. Besides, just because you think that everything is going wrong, that might not necessarily be the case. So why don't we begin with you telling me what has been going on since the last time we talked?"Sheryl took a deep breath, and. Coming to him, they would reveal their innermost secrets, desires and weaknesses which would play into his very capable hands. He would screw them, cure them and move on to the next conquest. The ethics of what he was doing now and planned in the future posed no discomfort to him at all. He acknowledged his contempt for women, stemming no doubt from the fact that his own mother had served as doormat to his alcoholic abusive father. Yes, he had hated his father, but his mother only served as.