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"It will be okay," she said, soothingly. "I'm going to hurt you, but it will be okay. As long as you obey me absolutely, I'm going to free you from all of those bad, guilty, big boy problems. You'll be my happy little boy; I promise. Now ask Mistress Mommy to punish you." I was barely able to fight off the urge to cry, gave a single sob - of gratitude or fear or disgust or confusion, of desire or pain or relief or incredulity - and did as I had been told.

Without you, I felt lost. I wish I could have met you sooner. But before that could happen: before I could find true love—BEFORE YOU—I would have to meet all of them. If you were here right now, I know what you would say. "Isabelle, you've been looking for love in all the wrong places." Even though you would be right, I would still tell you I had to take the journey. It had to play out the way that it did.

Shelby’s the last woman who should’ve said, “I do.” But she did, with all intentions of still living the life of a single woman. She’s convinced that her secrets will stay her own, and that love and sex are two things that have nothing to do with each other. Reo loves his wife Shelby, but is growing tired of the marriage he deems stale. The woman he wanted to start a family with has other ambitions, and giving birth is not one of them.

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"Snowflake," she said, with what sounded like genuine concern and sincerity, "do you really understand what you're doing here? You're not," she paused, removed her finger, gently stroked a cheek down which a single tear was beginning to roll, intercepted the droplet, pensively licked from palm to fingertip, as though it were an ice cream cone then put her finger back, lest eyes flit or wander. "You're not my first Little Wifey."