Partrick frowned when the love of his life said she wanted to go home. He even looked crestfallen.<br/><br/>"HOME? Really? Already? But...we just got started here. You're not giving this a chance, Ice," he said, putting a petulant tone toward the end of the sentence.<br/><br/>He sighed and picked up the black band that he used to gag her. "If you keep saying things like that, I'll put this back on you so you can't say<i>anything. </i>Is that what you want, Ice? I really like you and I want to be nice to you, but if you keep up that kind of talk...well, then it doesn't make any sense for me to let you talk at all. Understand?"<br/><br/>He tossed the black band back onto the table and then he got cheerful again. He knelt before her and looked up into her pretty eyes.<br/><br/>"OK OK. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be cross with you. But no more talk about going home, OK? THIS is your home now. I want you to be happy here."<br/><br/>Patrick bit down on his upper lip, thinking for a moment. He looked at her again. "I know. I'll give you more freedom to walk around. Maybe that will help your attitude. Would you like that? Or how about a shower? How silly of me! Duh! You probably want to shower. Am I right?"<br/><br/>Patrick gently ran the back of his hand along her thigh. He looked up at her again. "Just PLEASE don't talk anymore about going home."<br/><br/>He almost looked to be on the verge of tears.