"Why?" asked Marissa starkly.  It pained her, this woman who was a stranger to her telling her that Cyril cared for her pleasure, but she tamped it down.  She was here to learn, and if she balked at every step, she'd walk out of here hurting even more, and her marriage would be in tatters once again.  She wasn't going to let that happen, she thought determinedly.  She was fighting for her marriage, even if it meant that her pride took a big hit.<br/><br/>She tried again, repeating her question and explaining herself.  "Why is your pleasure important to him?  Why does he want to submit to you?  Does he love you?"  Her voice cracked as she asked that, and she glanced in her husband's direction, wondering what was on his mind as she spoke about him like he wasn't there.<br/><br/>Her chin lifted and she looked into Bridget's eyes.  This answer was important, perhaps the most important she'd ever get.