Kitten was quiet and reserved as we walked along. “I want to go home please.” Her voice was sad with a touch of defiance. I sighed long and hard. Out first disagreement. “No.”

She tugged at her hand and I had to find a wall to back her into. Caging her in, I lowered my face to hers. “You do not want to do this, do you hear me Kitten? I handled it, end of story. Don’t you ever fucking pull away from me again.”

I pulled her away from the wall and headed for the ...