(From Demetrius's Perspective)
There was not much work to do, but I still spent most of the time in my study. Being around my wife and not being able to do anything was harder than I expected. It had been a month, but she did not make any move.
Did she hate to be with me? It was true I kind of forced her to come with me, but I thought she would be happy. There was nothing I would not give her. She could have money, food, or whatever she wanted and no one would hurt her as well. And I was not bad-looking that she would hate to look at me. But then what was wrong? Was I too bad that night?
I was inexperienced at this, but I thought I did it properly. She had looked like she was enjoying it, more like she was getting crazy in pleasure, or at least I thought so. Perhaps I was wrong. It was not the case at all. Perhaps she had hated it a lot that she could not think of getting intimate with me.
