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A Risky Freedom.

~Pamela

"Need I say that you are the most peculiar woman that I have ever come across," Dwayne said to me.

I frowned at him as he poured me another jug of orange juice.

"In what way?" I asked.

"You were sad he was dead and now you are scared that he is alive. It makes me wonder about the kind of relationship you are involved in," He said to me.

Not healthy. I thought but I did not answer him.

"We have a relationship, just not the usual kind," I told him.

"I assume he is the tortured soul and brooding type," He remarked.

I shot him a mildly surprised look and he nodded thoughtfully.

"Sorry love. You got stuck with one of those," He told me in a solemn tone. I could not tell if he was joking or not but I did not want to give him the satisfaction that he had guessed right.

"What is wrong with the dark and broody type?" I blurted out in defiance. I could not tolerate Stephan being disrespected and I was not sure why.

"Too much drama, they will not open up, sec