Seeing the discomfort in her eyes, Phil immediately felt bad upon hearing her voice her sense of inadequacy. It pained him so much to see her suffer, that he couldn't help but to tell a small white lie to help shelter from her humiliation.  "<strong>Its not that she can't or doesn't know how, that's ridiculous, you see its more that I get impatient and pressure her sometimes. I don't mean it, I think that perhaps I just need to learn to be less pushy. I think sometimes I just expect far too much." </strong><br/><br/>Quickly, he looked back at Isabella to gauge her level of comfort with an expression that strangely revealed that he loved her, but the painful look did not just vanish as he had hoped. Desperately, he sought to change the subject.<strong>"Perhaps what we could use is just a list of ideas - perhaps a game where we pick an idea out of a hat and give it a try. If you provide the ideas, then neither of us is to blame if we don't like it."</strong>He paused, then added for humor,<strong>"You know, silly things like what folks might do when they're piss drunk in some seed bar or something." </strong><br/><br/>He chuckled, for a moment uncomfortably, then said in a more somber tone,<strong>"I don't know, perhaps I'm not quite as creative as I thought... I guess I keep trying the same things over and over and keep expecting them to work. You know, I saw this movie once where this guy took a leather belt, right? And he was sitting on a chair in his slacks, shirt and tie, and had his girl over his knee right?" </strong>With a slightly flushed chuckle, he said,<strong>"And he was spanking her like a teacher would, and she was raising her leg behind her and laughing and he continued to..."</strong>he quickly looked at Isabella realizing that he had gone off on a tangent and stopped mid sentence,<strong>"Well, you know what I mean.."<br/></strong><br/>