"We will start gently with you," he said. A tear slipped out of the corner of my eye at the words, in devastation and gratitude. If this was gentle, I would not conquer rough. Con's single touch at the back of my knee rendered me both weak and vibrating with the need to escape. It was one long resonance of stabbing versus the sweet and velvety-soft waves of relief Antin provided. But Antin touched me twice for Con's single point of contact. They were being merciful.
