Cyril glanced toward Marissa when she mentioned the message from his mother.  It had been the way of their marriage.  She handled the family stuff for both of them.  He had let her, simply because it let him focus on his job.  He had enough distractions.  He nodded at her, falling into a familiar pattern.  "Sure.  Maybe one of those Baby Brain things."<br/><br/>When Marissa thanked him, he gave her an absent nod.  He was already focused back on the road before him.  "I have to admit that I'm not sure why you want to meet her.  But...since that's your condition, I guess I don't really have a choice."<br/><br/>His voice wasn't quite as even as it would normally have been.  He didn't appreciate being forced to take her along with him.  He didn't like the thought of his married life intersecting with the life he had with Mistress Bridget.  For too long, he had built a wall between them.  He needed a place that was away from his normal life, away from the pressures and needs of those around him.  With Mistress Bridget, he could just...be.  He wasn't a leader, wasn't a husband, wasn't a decision maker.  He had no need to decide, only to obey.<br/><br/>The thought of that made Cyril's groin harden slightly.  He refrained from adjusting himself, though it was difficult.<br/><br/>"Her house is just up here," he said as he turned onto the street where his Mistress lived.  He slowed the car, nearing their destination.