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his son at the very least. “He’s not his father.” I answered softly.
    Joe had been sitting on the bed beside me, but he stood up and loomed. The way his eyes travelled over my body made me feel naked. His gaze was lecherous and what I feared might happen, was happening.
    He slipped his arms out of each sleeve of his suit, each button of his shirt undone and his short sleeve undershirt pulled over his head. His buckle opened, zipper down, shoes flipped off at the heel, and socks removed until he stood before me, naked. His dark skin was unblemished, his body hair dark and sparse and his penis hung flaccid between his legs.
    I was suddenly aware of every inch of my body, every pore, every hair on high alert. He settled his knees on either side of my hips and laid his upper body over my still clothed one. Then he whispered in my ear, “Annie, I want to thank you. I would never have survived those years without her, if it had not been for you. I have never loved as deeply as I did Serena. No one understood. I have not had a woman since I had you all those years ago… I have saved myself for this day, to be reunited with her. So tell me, Annie, tell me of your Cole.”
    I was shaking, everywhere. My teeth were chattering. I took a deep breath, as best I could with his weight on my chest and his groin pressing on my full bladder. I took another breath and thought about this. I never wanted to look back, assuming I survived, and romanticize the time I spent with Joe, my captor. There was nothing beautiful about it, nothing. Joe was a sick man. Now that I really understood that, I was better able to prepare myself mentally, so I could get through this ordeal with the least amount of emotional and psychological damage.
    One more deep breath and I closed my eyes and pictured Cole’s living room. I pictured myself walking to the couch, him reaching out to pull me to him as I nuzzled into his chest… then I explained why I loved him. But I wasn’t talking to Joe. I was talking to Cole. “When I wake up, it’s to his kiss on my forehead. He tells me I’m beautiful every day. He’s always gentle with me. He knows my pain and I know his, and neither one of us is afraid to swim through the darkness of the other. The world could be falling down around us, but together we would be impenetrable. He is the other half of my heart, the other half of my soul… without him, I’m incomplete.”
    He rose from me then and didn’t say another word. He got dressed, walked to a small table and turned on a laptop. My hands began to throb, as did my bladder, so I closed my eyes and drifted.
    “We have to sleep, Cole.”
    “One more kiss…”
    “You can keep kissing me, and then when I wake up, I’ll be well rested and I can kiss you back.” I smiled, but kept my heavy eyelids closed.
    “Baby…” He said nothing more. It wasn’t until I woke, with his hand between my legs and the small kisses on my neck, that I knew I’d fallen asleep.
    “What a wonderful way to wake up.”
    “And baby, you are absolutely ready.” He stated, as his finger glided inside me. “Warm, soft and perfect.”
    I held his head, grabbing his hair as he kissed me and brought me closer to heaven with his hand. I let out a small moan.
    “That’s it, baby.” He said, “This is all for you.”
    “Zio…”
    “She cannot…”
    My eyes shot open.
    “Was that a nice dream you were having Annie?”
    It was, until I woke up.

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    Cole
    The slider opened and closed again. I expected Olaf to sit down across from me, but it wasn’t him. It was my father. I didn’t acknowledge him; instead I took a swig of my beer.
    “Don’t get drunk. She’s going to need you to be strong if he calls again.”
    “Really? You’re gonna tell me what to do? If it didn’t sound so juvenile, I’d tell you you’re not the boss of me, but wait, oh yeah, you fucking are the boss of me.” I took another drink.
    “Son…” He started quietly.
    “No. Don’t do that;