I pull away from Anastasia and she winces. I immediately feel bad for hurting her, but with my mother outside of my bedroom, I don't have time to check in. I throw the condom in the trash and turn to face her, still stark naked.

"Come on, we need to get dressed - that is, if you want to meet my mother." I flash her a smile before pulling on my jeans.

"Christian - I can't move."

Of course she can't, she's still expertly bound to my bed. I stare at her for a few breaths before leaning down and removing the tie. The pattern has made a mark in her wrists, and it's incredibly sexy to me. I would have loved to play with her a bit longer, but perhaps we can continue where we left off later this evening. I lean down and kiss her forehead, pulling away from her with a large smile on my face. I can't believe I'm going to have Miss Steele meet my mother, when she's never even seen me with a woman before. Anastasia is meeting everyone in my family lately - a continued pattern of firsts for me.

"Another first." I tell her without any sort of hint as to what I'm thinking about. She looks surprised, perhaps nervous, before telling me she doesn't have any clothes in my room.

"Perhaps I should stay here." she offers, a blush rising to her cheeks.

"Oh, no you don't" I threaten, pointing to my drawers. "You can wear something of mine." I pull on a white v-neck and run my hands through my hair, trying to make myself look halfway presentable. I'm ready to go out and see my mother, but I need to make sure that Anastasia will be out too. I really want her to meet my mother, and I can't imagine what's gotten into me at this point. I want to show her off more than anything. Her brows draw together in concern.

"Anastasia, you could be wearing a sack and you'd look lovely. Please don't worry." I say softly, admiring her beauty for just a moment longer. "I'd like you to meet my mother. Get dressed. I'll just go and calm her down." my mouth presses into a thin line as I speak. "I will expect you out there in five minutes, otherwise I'll come drag you out of her myself in whatever you're wearing." My gaze is eventually torn away from the beautiful Anastasia before heading toward the door.

I close my bedroom door behind me and walk into the living room, met with the sight of my mother and Taylor. When her gaze meets mine, I can tell that she's been concocting some stories in her head. I walk over with a smile and plant a kiss on her cheek. She doesn't come in for a hug like she would with my other siblings - my mother understands my issue with being touched. "Hello mother." I say politely.

"Good afternoon, Christian." she says, a hint of a question on her lips. I can see the wheels turning in her head, and I wonder if she's imagining me in bed with a man. She knows so little about my private life, and I let out a sigh.

"Christian, I haven't heard from you lately and I wanted to see if you wanted to chat over lunch..." she trails off, glancing behind me at the hallway I just came from.

"I'm sorry, work has been insane the past few weeks." I pause for a moment, glancing down at my watch, as I'm still timing Anastasia. "I would love to, but I have plans for the day. I think you've heard I have company." I can see the curiosity rising in her bright eyes, but she waits for me to explain. My mother is a very polite woman, and doesn't tend to pry into lives that aren't her own. She's very put together and wouldn't want to tarnish her imagine by seeming rude.

"Like I said, I have someone here with me." I pause to see what her reaction is, and her brow arches just the slightest bit. "You'll meet her in a few minutes." I say, leading her further into my apartment. My mother continues the conversation once we're sitting across from one another on my sofa.

"Her?" she asks, excitement evident in her voice.

I knew she thought I was gay, and this only confirms my suspicions. I can't wait to show her otherwise, and with a glance down at my watch realize it's been over five minutes. My, my, Miss Steele is in for an interesting evening if she doesn't get out here. As if on cue, Anastasia emerges from my bedroom wearing last night's t-shirt, jeans and converse shoes. She pulled her jacket on and I notice it covers down to her wrists. She is quite the smart woman. Her hair is still mussed up, and I can't help but get a familiar feeling in the pit of my stomach when I see that blush rise to her cheeks.

"Here she is." I stand from the couch and look at Anastasia with a warm smile on my face. I steal a glance over to my mother and she is positively radiant. I pull Ana over to me, lacing my arm around her waist and pulling her close. My mother stands waits for me to introduce her to Miss Steele, her eyes full of wonder and delight.

"Mother, this is Anastasia Steele. Anastasia, this is Grace Trevelyan-Grey." Just as the words leave my mouth my mother nearly lunges forward as she offers her hand, her smile growing if that's at all possible. It's as if she's met the first woman I've ever had feelings for, but then again maybe she has.

"Anastasia, what a pleasure to meet you" she stresses. There's a first time for everything and my mother is impeccably happy in this moment to be meeting Anastasia. I can't blame her either, because Ana is doing something to me that no one has before, and I believe my mother senses that.

"Dr. Trevelyan-Grey." Ana's voice is small as she speaks.

My mother instantly corrects her, and I think her warmth is infections as I can feel a smile tugging at my lips.

"I am usually Dr. Trevelyan, and Mrs. Grey is my mother-in-law." she winks at her. My mother just winked at Anastasia. "So...how did you two meet?" she finally directs her attention toward me, now unable to hide how curious she has been this entire time. Christ, mother. Way to be discreet.

"Anastasia interviewed me for the student paper at WSU because I'm conferring degrees there this week."

"So you are graduating this week?" My mother asks Ana.

"Yes."

Her cell phone rings, and I can't help but feel a pang of jealousy in my chest. "Kate?" I hear her ask before Anastasia excuses herself and wanders over to the kitchen to continue her conversation. She's still in earshot when says Jose's name.

My blood is immediately boiling in my veins as I focus on her. My eyes watch her every move. Somewhere I can hear my mother speaking to me, but right now it doesn't even matter. I can't believe that man keeps trying to contact her. Christ, I could kill him for calling her after he tried to get in her pants the other night.

"Christian, are you in there?" my mother asks, and I'm brought back to the present.

"I'm sorry mother, I was distracted...what were you saying?"

"Christian! She's beautiful and seems very sweet." she's radiating and is fairly unable to contain her excitement. I've never seen my mother like this before, and I'm glad it makes her so happy to meet Ana.

"She is mother, thank you." I offer, attempting to turn my attention back to my mother, even though my eyes still dart to Anastasia on the phone. "Is my sister back in town yet?" I ask, launching her into a conversation about how my sister has been traveling, and how Elliott told her about Kate and their deep connection. I hold back my eye roll, my eyes shooting over to Anastasia once more. When is she going to get off the phone with that idiot? Christ.

"Elliott called to tell me you were around, and you know I haven't seen you in two weeks, Christian." My mother nearly scolds me.

Anastasia walks back into the conversation, phone in hand.

"Did he now?" I ask, my eyes moving to Anastasia, holding in what I'm feeling. I'll be sure to tell her once my mother leaves.

"I thought we might have lunch together, but I can see you have other plans, and I don't want to interrupt your day, darling." She picks up her coat and offers a cheek. I kiss it briefly, and she remains expertly distant from me.

"I'm sorry mother, I have to drive Anastasia back to Portland today."

"Of course, love. Anastasia, it's been such a pleasure. I do hope we meet again." My mother holds her hand out for Anastasia and gives her hand a squeeze before Taylor escorts my mother back down the hall and to the elevator.

When my mother and Taylor are a safe distance away, I turn my full attention back to Miss Steele, glaring.

"So the photographer called?" My voice is cold.

"Yes."

"What did he want?" My tone is even and curt.

"Just to apologize, you know - for Friday."

My eyes narrow, and I can't imagine that a phone conversation for an apology is appropriate. "I see." I murmur, wondering if that's all it took for her to forgive his idiotic ass. Just before I'm about to ask her those questions, Taylor is back and informs me about the shipment to Darfur. Anastasia and Taylor greet one another and I get another pang of jealousy in my throat. Jesus, did she not realize she was mine? Why did she have to flirt with everyone, especially my staff.

"Does Taylor live here?"

"Yes."

I leave her side and head to the kitchen, grabbing my BlackBerry from the counter and scrolling through a few e-mails. I have business to handle. I need to talk to my right hand. I punch in a number and hold the phone up to my ear, facing Anastasia.

"Ros, Ros...what's the issue?" I ask, listening carefully to her response. She tells me about the Darfur incident and the hi-jacking of the shipment. Christ, why is everything blowing up right now? My eyes remain on Anastasia, and they wander up and down her form - knowing I will have to have her again before this evening. She has to know that she's mine.

I'm brought back to my conversation by Ros, who's asking what I want to do.

"I'm not having either crew put at risk."

"Shall they try a different route?" she asks.

"No no, cancel. We'll air drop instead." Ros says she understands.

"Good." I hang up.

Usually talking with Ros calms me down, but as I survey Anastasia, I still don't know what exactly I'm going to do with her. I want to punish her, but she hasn't even looked through my damned contract yet. She needs to sign it as soon as possible, lest I let my anger with her consume me. I glance at her once more before heading into my study, bringing back the contract and setting it on the counter.

"This is the contract. Read it, and we'll discuss it next weekend. I suggest you do some research so you know what's involved." I pause, taking a breath. "That is, if you agree." If she doesn't, I don't know what I'll do with myself. I need to have her soon, but I have to wait until she signs. She has to. "I really hope you do, Anastasia."

"Research?"

"You'll be amazed at what you can find out on the internet." her face falls and my mind immediately goes to the worst place possible. I need her to accept, or at least consider it. What if she's already changed her mind?

"What is it?" I ask her, my nerves catching in my throat.

"I don't have a computer. I'll see if I can use Kate's laptop." Oh hell, that's the easiest fix. I hand Anastasia the contract in a large manila envelope and tell her she can borrow one of my computers. "Grab your things. We'll drive back to Portland and grab some lunch on the way. I need to get dressed."

"I'll just make a call." Anastasia murmurs. My mind instantly goes to that man that she just talked to. That idiotic fuck.

"The photographer?" I can feel my jaw clench, as my eyes bore into hers. "I don't like to share, Miss Steele. Please remember that." my voice is quiet, and hopefully a warning to her. With one last look I head back to my bedroom and close the door. I pack a small bag for my trip to Portland before putting on my shoes and a leather jacket over my t-shirt. God, she was the most frustrating woman sometimes. My mind was still reeling about the photographer when I walk back into the foyer.

"Ready?" I ask, bag in hand. I let out a sigh. Taylor and I exchange a few words about my travel and I tell him when I will return.

"Safe trip, Mr. Grey. Miss Steele." he nods to the both of us as he holds the door open.

As we wait for the elevator, I begin to wonder what 's going on in Anastasia's mind. I can tell she's thinking about something - or overthinking rather, as we stand with one another. I need to know what's going on in her head, that beautiful fucking head of hers.

"What is it Anastasia?" I ask, watching as she bites her bottom lip. Fuck, if she bites that lip one more time I'm going to have to take her right here. I warn her of the thoughts I'm having. She blushes, which makes me incredibly horny.

"Christian, I have a problem." she finally says.

"Oh?" A problem? God, please tell me, I'm all ears at this point.

The elevator arrives at my penthouse, I usher Miss Steele in and press the ground floor button. I look up at her and catch her gaze, arching a brow. "Go on." I tell her.

"Well" she begins, the pink blush rising up to her cheeks. "I need to talk to Kate. I have so many questions about sex, and you're too involved. If you want me to do all of these things, how do I know..." she trails off, trying to find the right words. "I just don't have any terms of reference." she finishes, pleading with me.

How am I to deny this woman when she's begging for me? I roll my eyes, but suppose if it's that important to her, it may help me in the end. "Talk to her if you must. Just make sure she doesn't mention anything to Elliot." Apparently this offends, Miss Steele, as she immediately raises her defenses and tells me that would never happen.

"I wouldn't tell you anything she tells me about Elliot - if she were to tell me anything." she adds.

I can't help but scoff when she speaks about my brother. "Well, the difference is that I don't want to know about my brother's sex life." I murmur, noting that Elliott is a nosy bastard. I tell Anastasia that she can only tell Kate about what we've done so far, because if she knows what I want to do to her roommate...

"Okay, okay fine." She agrees with a roll of her eyes. Her response brings a smile to my face. The sooner everything is taken care of, the sooner we can enter into this relationship together. I tell her how I'm feeling and she looks confused.

"Stop what?" she asks in response.

I want to be her teacher, her instructor. She needs to know how to behave around me and what I want, but yet she wants to talk to Kate about our private life - something she signed that she wouldn't do. She's so frustrating, but God so intoxicating. "You. Defying me." I lean down and plant a kiss on her lips just as the doors to the elevator open.

I grab her hand - this woman has a hold on me - and walk her to my Audi 48. It's a beautiful car, and I've spent a lot of time on it's upkeep. She tells me it's nice, but I can smell the dry tone on her lips. Perhaps she's poking fun at me and my boyish love for cars? I grin nonetheless.

"I know." My smile widens as I open the door for her to slip inside. I want to take her everywhere, and show her as much as I can in the world. I have an overwhelming feeling to make Anastasia mine in every sense of the word, because if I lose her, I'm not sure I'll be able to sleep again. She's put a spell on me.

"What sort of car is this?" her question brings me back to reality.

"It's an Audi R8." I pause for a moment, trying to clear my head from our previous conversation. "It's a beautiful day, so we can take the top down. There are baseball caps in the glove box, would you get them out, please?" I let Anastasia rifle through the glove box, telling her she can wear the sunglasses as well.

I press a button by the rearview mirror and the top comes down, with Bruce Springsteen playing through my MP3 player. I can help but smile as I ease the Audi out of my spot, realizing how great today has been so far. "Gotta love Bruce" I tell Ana as we leave the parking garage, the Seattle sun making it's rare appearance. As we drive through the light traffic I allow myself to get lost in my head. Lost in thoughts about Anastasia and how much she's changed me already. I find myself wondering again about the contract and if she'll agree to it, but it frustrates me to focus too much on that.

I lead us south towards Portland, Springsteen blasting about being on fire, his passion evident as he strums on his guitar. I venture a glance to Anastasia, the woman who is undoubtably oblivious to my feelings for her. Bruce sings about waking up in a cold sweat, and I overly identify with that part of his song. Anastasia has no idea about my past, and I don't want that part of myself to be revealed to her. Only my family knows that about me, and that's how it has to stay.

How could this woman who I just met have this much of an effect on me? I feel like there's a weight on my chest, and with every word she speaks it puts more pressure on me. How can someone so young, so innocent, have so much power over a person like me? If only she knew. I steal another glance at her, my eyes lingering on her lips as a smile comes across my face. I reach out to her with my right hand, squeezing her knee. She feels the energy between us, and I do too.

"Hungry?" I ask, my heart pumping more quickly than usual.

"Not particularly." she replies, innocent enough. Anastasia hardly eats anything, though I suspect she has a hunger for something else entirely. I don't bother scolding her much.

"You'll eat. I know a great place by Olympia where we can stop." It's not a question. I squeeze her knee again before bringing my hand back to the steering wheel and stepping on the gas. We're both leaned back in our seats from the acceleration, and I catch Anastasia's eyes on me, sensing that hunger once more.

We make it to the small wooden chalet in the middle of the forest and I notice Ana looking around suspiciously.

"What sort of food do they have here?" she asks, her eyes scanning the mismatched furniture.

"Well I haven't been here in a while, but they cook whatever they've caught or gathered that day. It's always good." I feign a face of disgust which causes her to laugh. God that laugh is beautiful. When Anastasia is carefree and laughing it puts me into a wonderful mood. Something I haven't felt in a long while.

The waitress walks up and instantly blushes upon seeing me. I don't care about her in the slightest, but want to know how Anastasia feels towards me right now. I speak with the waitress for a few moments and see that her reaction is that of jealousy - which is satisfying to me. After I order our drinks and the waitress leaves I turn to face her. She looks disapprovingly at me. "What?" I snap.

She looks hurt. "I wanted a Diet Coke." she says softly.

I shake my head at her, my lips pursed. Soda has never been something I've wanted. It's terrible for you and can cause cancer. My choice of wine is excellent, and it will go with whatever we get. I tell her that, and she remains silent. Miss Steele is not one to hold her tongue, and I don't like having to pry for conversation.

"My mother liked you." I change the topic, my voice dry.

"Really?" she asks, her voice heightening in pitch, and I can tell she's satisfy. She offers me a smile and I can't help but reflect hers with my own.

"Oh yes. My mother always thought I was gay." I arch a brow, wondering if she recalls that fateful day we met in my office.

The pink blush rises to her cheeks and I know she remembers. "Oh." she says simply. "Why did she think you were gay?"

"Because she's never seen me with a woman."

Anastasia can't help but blurt out her response "None of the fifteen?"

I smile because she remembered. She was paying attention, and here I thought she might not want to have anything to do with my life.

"No. This has been a week of firsts for me too." I tell her, the weight on my chest sinking deeper. I don't know what any of this means, but I know she has a control over me that I've never felt before. I want to share myself with her in every sense of the word, but I remain silent.

"It has?" she interrupts my thoughts about her.

"Yes." I pause, running a hand through my hair. "I've never slept with anyone, had sex in my bed." my breath hitches in my throat as I think about the time we've spent in my bed together. I can't be thinking about Miss Steele that way while we're out in public. "Never flown a woman in Charlie Tango, never introduced a woman to my mother..." I trail off, finally asking. "What are you doing to me?"

Our wine arrives, interrupting my loaded question. Anastasia takes a quick sip and I study her with interest. She's trying to find that liquid courage we all get with a little too much alcohol. "I've really enjoyed this weekend, Christian." her voice is barely above a whisper.

"Stop biting your lip." I tell her, the feeling of desire rising through my stomach. I regain my composure and take a sip from the glass as well. "I've enjoyed this weekend as well."

"What's vanilla sex?" she suddenly asks, her voice low, so no one else can hear.

Before I have the chance to gain my thoughts, a smile pulls the corners of my lips up - a wide smile on my face. "It's just straightforward sex, Anastasia. No toys involved, no extras, you know." My smile grows bigger, remembering that she doesn't know any other type of sex other than what I've shown her. "Well, you don't know, but that's what it means."

"Oh" she says, still mulling over something in her head.

The waitress drops off our food, and I can't help but to ignore her as a stare at Anastasia. As if I could be interested in anything else besides the woman in front of me. When the waitress leaves the table, Anastasia giggles, and the sound twinkles throughout the small space. "That's a lovely sound." I murmur, perhaps too quiet for her to hear.

"Christian?" she asks. "Have you ever had vanilla sex? Or have you always...you know?" I nod slowly as she speaks, and let out a sigh. I can't explain to her my seduction before I knew anything else, my trauma, my past. I decide it's best just to start with the truth, and if she doesn't want me, then that will be it for us. I don't want to lose her.

"My mother's friend seduced me when I was fifteen."

She can't help but letting her mouth drop open, a small "Oh!" escaping from her lips. It seemed she was stunned into silence.

"She had singular tastes. I was her submissive for six years." That was all in the past, but that's my experience.

Anastasia's mouth is still open, and it appears that for once she's at a loss for words. I carry on the conversation with myself. "So I do know what it involves, Anastasia." I pause, gauging her reaction - it's a look of concern muddled with disgust. "I didn't have a run of the mill introduction to sex." I finish.

Curiosity gets the best of her.

"So you never dated anyone in college?"

"No." I shake my head.

"Why?"

I'm not sure Anastasia wants the answer to that question, so I ask. "Do you really want to know?"

"Yes." she really is curious about me.

"I didn't want to. She was all I wanted, all I needed. And besides, she would have beaten the shit out of me." I would have been a walking bruise if I had tried to do anything with anyone else. I smile at the thought of that, but glance over to Anastasia who looks angry, though her voice is calm.

"If she was a friend of your mother's, how old was she?"

I don't know what she's trying to get at, but I answer all the same. "Old enough to know better."

I can see that the questions are brimming, and Anastasia will explode if she doesn't ask.

"Do you still see her?"

"Yes."

She looks disappointed. "Do you still...erm...?" she trails off, her eyes averting my gaze as that beautiful pink hue rises to her cheeks.

"No, no." I shake my head, pleased to see that this jealous is not only directed toward random waitresses. "She's a very good friend." I add.

Anastasia then asks one of the stupidest questions I've heard since that interview I sat in on with her. "Does your mother know?"

"Of course not." How could she even begin to think that my mother knew of anything like that. Not only does my mother have no business in my sex life, but that part of me is over now. We haven't slept together in a number of years and are just good friends. My mother wouldn't understand. She grows silent after our food arrives, looking down at it - clearly thinking she's not going to eat anything.

"But it can't have been full time?"

I explain to Anastasia with little detail how it was full time, though it was difficult to manage because I was in school and then away at college. I notice she's still not eating anything. "Eat up, Anastasia."

"I'm really not hungry, Christian." I can feel my jaw tighten at her disregard for my rules and her health.

"Eat." I say firmly, quietly.

Her own expression appears to harden to match mine. "Give me a moment."

"Okay."

I can practically hear the wheels turning in her head, she's connecting the dots of my life and coming up with more and more questions in that little head of hers. I know it's a lot of information to digest, but Gods I would rather have this conversation somewhere else. She finally looks up and meets my gaze.

"Is this what our relationship would be like?" she asks, her eyes back down at her plate. "With you uh...ordering me around?"

"Yes" I murmur.

"I see." she says flatly.

"What's more is that you'll want me to." I want to explain to her what it feels like, what this could be - how wonderful it could be, but I can't. She won't listen to me right now.

"It's a big step." she says in a whisper, finally taking a bite of her disregarded food.

"It is." I agree with her, closing my eyes in thought. I don't want her to leave me, slip through my fingers and be with someone else. Though at the same time I can't sway her decision. I know in my mind that she deserves better than me, but my heart can't bear the thought of that. She has to make her own decisions.

"Anastasia, you have to go with your gut. Do your research, read over the contact - I'll be happy to discuss any aspect with you. I'll be in Portland until Friday if you want to talk about it before then." She makes me nervous, my words coming at a rush. I don't want her to leave me, and I need to see her at least once more before she makes that decision.

"Call me - maybe we can have dinner on...Wednesday?" I really want to make this work if I can. In fact, I've never wanted anything as much as I want this to work." Not when I was with anyone else, not when I was fresh out of college starting my company. It's just her. This woman is all I want and need. I need to know what she's thinking and I will her to say something, my statement lingering in the air.

"What happened to the fifteen?" there goes her blurting mouth again.

"Various things, but it boils down to.." I trail off, shaking my head. "Incompatibility." I shrug.

"And you think I might be compatible with you?"

"Yes. I know you are." I want her to believe me, because it's true - and it's one of the only things I'm certain of right now. She asks me if I'm still seeing any of my previous submissives, and I explain to her that I am monogamous in all of my relationships.

"Do your research, Anastasia." I say. She puts down her utensils and is done eating. Why is she doing this to me? She's barely eaten anything the past few days, and the frustration boils over.

"That's it? That's all you're going to eat?" I can feel my temperature rising, my mouth set in a thin line as her only response is a nod. I think we've had enough conversation for this meal, and remain silent. I need to learn which battles to fight with this woman, and which are better left aside. I would give anything to know what she's thinking, I can see the thoughts passing through her head as her expression changes. I tell her this, and she blushes once more.

I smile at her cheeks. "I can guess" I raise a brow.

"I'm glad you can't read my mind." she admits, and my smile grows.

"Your mind, no...but I've gotten to know your body quite well the past few days. I think I've learned it quite well." I say, the heat evident in my voice. I want her right now, right here, for hours. As if on cue, the waitress drops the check, I pay, and we get up to leave. I offer my hand to Ana and she places hers in mine. The electricity between us fires up again, and I know she feels it too. It's in her palms, in her gasp that escapes from her lips, all over her cheeks. I help her into the car and we both remain silent, lost in our own thoughts about one another. I wonder if she's planning her escape while I'm planning our arrangement with one another. Will I be able to let her go if that's what she decides? We're silent for the rest of the short drive to Portland, pulling up in front of her apartment right around five.

I cut off the engine and allow myself to look at her for an extended moment, before she speaks. "Do you want to come in Christian?" Her question is a pleasant surprise to me, but I know exactly what will happen if I let myself go to her apartment. I want to, so desperately, but know I can't.

"No, I have work to do." I tell her, unable to apologize. I don't want her to think I don't want her, but I need to give myself space. Test myself and my willpower - if I have any when it comes to Anastasia. I can tell my response has made her sad as she looks down at her hands, not wanting to show me her emotions. Damn it, I can't take this. I take her hand into my own and bring it o my lips, planting a kiss on the backside. I find that I continue to do things that I wouldn't normally be doing with a woman.

"Thank you for this weekend, Anastasia. It's been...the best. Wednesday? I'll pick you up from work whenever.

"Wednesday." she breathes, repeating me. I kiss her hand again before returning it to her lap. She turns her head to the side, looking away but I can feel a sadness about her. She exits my car and heads up the pathway to the illuminated building, turning as if she's forgot something.

"Oh, Christian?" I peer through the open window, pulling me away from my own thoughts. "I'm wearing your underwear." she states, showing me the waistband of my boxer briefs. My mouth nearly falls open, and I'm utterly shocked by this revelation. She smiles at my reaction, pleased with herself. I shake my head and smile as she walks away, the swing of her hips leaving me nearly hypnotized.