Patrick nodded and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge.<br/><br/>"Here," he said, tipping the bottle to her lips. Some of the water dribbled down her ample breasts. Patrick kept giving her more water.<br/><br/>Finally, he stopped. He sat back down, across from her, and gazed at her lovingly.<br/><br/>"I know this is the toughest part. The transition. The part where you think I'm crazy. The part where you just want to go home. I understand. I expected that. I'll just have to be patient, Ice. They say anything worth having is worth waiting for."<br/><br/>Once again, Patrick gazed at his captive, from head to toe. "I don't want you to wear anything on your feet from now on. I'll wash them and lotion them and paint your toenails. You won't have to worry about your feet. Just leave them to me, hon."<br/><br/>He leaned forward. "So, what do you want to do today? I took time off work, remember. We have all day. Just name it."<br/><br/>Patrick leaned back, smiling softly.