Emma answered her questions and some unspoken ones, soothing away her fears and giving her the gift of openness and honesty that soothed her more than anything else had. Honesty was so important to her, not just because of who she was and where she came from, but she didn’t deal well with hidden truths or shadowed lies. For her to be able to be fully herself, let go, to trust, she had to feel the space around her had no hidden obstacles that were going to wreck her equilibrium or hurt here as they had done in the past.<br/><br/><br/>Emma’s words also massaged Bronwin’s body as her mind. The physical reaction just as strong as the emotional one, far more powerful than she had thought would happen too. The love these two must have for each other, each working hard at making their relationship work in spite of, or rather with the difficulties of their sexual nature embraced her; she could feel what it meant. She’d been vilified for her needs, publically shamed and humiliated, to have that kind of support must be so wonderful and so empowering Bronwin knew how rare it was.<br/><br/>Richard’s eyes showed just how much he adored his wife, and also the depth of how much he listened. He was attentive, accepting, this really was a partnership and one that was strong enough to walk through fire. She felt his eyes on her too, and wondered just how much he could read her and what she was thinking and feeling. Bronwin stood up, smiling at Emma, knowing it was a smile from her heart not just her head, this was no polite interchange or playful introduction, no matter what words needed to be said. “Thank you, for explaining that is, and yes I’d love to see round. You can ask me anything you like too, like you I’m clean, in both ways,” she laughed, "Although I did try weed once in high school.”  Hesitating, but wanting to be as honest as Emma was, she added “And in fact I’ve never had unprotected sex, and only had one boyfriend, but a few play partners since I’ve been travelling and living here.”<br/>