Euan in silence followed his mistress’ words laying down on the bed allowing her access to his bruised and battered body. Euan still felt this new path of his life was a dream, a painfully teasing dream. But with Song’s graceful touch ever so often grazing over his bruised flesh bringing back an ounce of pain that it had originally been dealt. It was nothing he couldn’t deal with but the pain was a reminder he was here, this was no dream. His life had flowed down this new path, the path still full of puzzlement and unknown corners.<br/><br/>Another graze over a bruise brought Euan from his thoughts and back to Song’s gently yet demanding voice, he could hear the undertone of authority under her soft words. quickly he conformed to her voice his breath deep and in count’s of four. Quickly in his mind as he breathed through the pain that soon began to accompany Song’s gently touch.<br/><br/>“Is this how one becomes a dancer, breathing through pain?” he asked his mind curious. Being one that had endured so much he hoped that this new path even with it’s new pain would be different. Again he breathed deep letting the pain escape as his mind continued it’s repetitive count. his feet moving with his count, ever so often he would get off count, leaving the pain of annoyance in himself. His jaw tight from the aggravation of losing count. But still he went on keeping the count in his head.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">”1..2..3..4..1..2..3..4”</span>this repeated in his head his feet moving with diligence. Euan’s mismatched trained his eyes Song as she spoke of his writs’, her touch massaging into his skin. He skipped another number, sucking his teeth in aggravation again at himself. But again started all over and storred away the word’s of Song as he instructed him.