"I want to go home" I pleaded with Robin when he came into the Master bedroom earlier that evening. His hair was wrapped in a towel and his body was cladded in a bathrobe. He looked like he had just had a bath and was going to turn in for the night already.

"Are you afraid?" He asked, checking out his face in the mirror before him. It was spotless. I was sitting on the chair and watching him do everything he did. The maids had left an hour ago upon his command to leave us alone. He ...