She had always thought that he was her hero, her protector and savior wherever she was.
But Hank Clegg's words tonight startled her.
It was then that Victoria Talkington might realize.
As sturdy as he was, he also needed someone to fill and soothe him.
If God had given him the task to rescue all beings, her task was to provide a shoulder for him to lean on during his brief reprieves.
"I will always be behind you," she kissed his ear and whispered to him, "No matter how you treat me, as long as you need me, I'll always be there. You never need to worry about me leaving. Whenever you turn around, I'll be there."
The softest existence, the sweetest reliance.
Hank Clegg placed himself within her softness; her body was his second home.
He served as her shelter, while she offered her body as a docking bay for his warship.
"Baby, I will always remember that you're behind me, and I will always be in front of you..." Hank Clegg passionately kissed Victoria.
