I walked into the living room and spotted Dave on the couch, reading a book. There was an immediate lightness in my chest but I kept my focus on him. My “getting off” plan was underway. I sauntered over, removed the book from his hands and sat on his lap. “What is up with you?” he asked. “You’ll figure it out.” I leaned back and rested my head on the arm of the couch and he stroked my arm. He leaned over further inspecting me and touched my forehead. “What’s this?” He rubbed his thumb and forefinger together testing the...