"These papers?  With your signatures, your assets were placed into a trust.  This is commonplace, done for estate planning purposes.  And that trust is controlled by me.  These papers were drawn up by my lawyer.  I have no doubt that they will hold up in court."  Gwen shakes her head sadly, as though pitying the older woman.<br/><br/>"As for your lawyer, does she know you hired a private investigator to verify her background?  That you had her followed, and pictures taken of her dining with her husband, spending time with her family, and vacationing on the beach?  And that those pictures of her in her bikini have been viewed over fifty times?  I wonder how motivated she will be to pursue your interests, absent of payment, once she knows how thoroughly you have violated her privacy?"<br/><br/>Gwen shakes her head dismissively.  "But all these things, they don't really matter.  We both know what is in your heart.  Your secret heart, that you hide even from yourself during the light of day.  Only when night comes does the heat and the passion win the battle inside of you.  When you can be your true self.  You felt it, back there in the restaurant.  You know you want to feel it again now."<br/><br/>Gwen looks past the woman to maddie, where she has taken refuge huddled against the door jam.  She looks into the younger woman's eyes, joining two fingers together and pointing at a spot on the floor near her feet.  The conversation stands paused in that moment, waiting for her response.<br/><br/>~