Sigmund's face didn't change and he just looked at her. He had an over-compulsive disorder, but it was something that had slowly been ebbed away when this woman was around.
He did not know when it started, and it was very confusing to him—someone who was always in control.
There were times when his mind—in the middle of an experiment—would think of her face, her lips, and also those images of her having coitus with other men.
For a long time in his lab, he would also be studying these changes in himself as well, until he came to a conclusion that to get more data, he needed to spend more time with her.
Her velvety voice sounded next to his ears and he turned to meet her brilliant blue eyes.
"It's definitely most stimulating."
He looked at her curiously. "How so?"
