Being away from Delilah…yeah, that didn’t work out so well for me. It’d been THREE months since she went to Glory’s Place, the women’s shelter for abused women. I wasn’t allowed to see her, or even visit. My anxiety was at full force, my concentration was nonexistent. Centering myself was hard. Nothing I did helped my control, and I was quickly losing my mind. The one thing I needed, to get my head on straight, was not something I’d ever ask of her. How do you ask your lover, who’d been in an abusive relationship for the past four years, to strike you with a leather strap? How could you tell her that feeling the leather kiss your skin was the best sort of therapy you’d ever received. I had no answer for that, and I prayed that Delilah would understand my need without leaving me….again.