Gwen was spooning Henry from behind, her arm wrapped over his arm and chest, her large muscular leg pinning his legs. She had fallen asleep quickly, drifting off into the easy sleep of someone who knows everything is right and ordered in her world.
It took Henry a bit longer, his bruised butt still smarting. But he realized that Gwen’s dominance over him had grown further tonight, a fact that in the abstract he liked but in reality required some adjustment in his attitude. As he slowly wrapped his head around the day’s events, he once again appreciated all over again how safe, secure, and controlled he felt with Gwen–how he felt at that very moment in her firm grip. He couldn’t imagine how he could feel happier! Seconds later he was out like a light.