BY DEMARCO'S STANDARDS (Part 5)

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Over the next few day's my health slowly progressed. Ivy took tremendous care of me but I was still baffled. Everything I had dreamed up was so realistic and vivid I still couldn't believe that it wasn't true.

I did everything Ivy asked of me to secure her trust. I imagine I intimidated her being who I was and her the daughter of the man that nearly killed me. On my second day I asked her to bring me a phone so I could call home. I could only imagine what everyone was going through with my mysterious absence. However Ivy refused me. Her excuse was that if my men found out where I was they was sure to attack and she might get left behind or even killed. I guess I could understand why she would think that and it probably was true. I heard someone approaching so I shot my eye's pretending to be out. Moment's later I heard Ivy speak.

"It's just me. I brought you a fruit salad, made it myself."

She positioned my pillows so my head was propped up enough to eat. She also refused to untie me, scared I'd attack her or escape without her. Ivy pearched on the side of my bed and begin to feed me as I drew circles on the side of her leg with my finger. I'd kissed her several more time's since I woke and she never pulled away. It's almost as if she became to care for me duiring my illness. As I took the last bite of salad I asked. "Ya think you could shave my head for me babe?"

Ivy grinned and let out a soft chuckle as she ruffled my longer locks. "No. I rather like your hair as is. It fits you but I will give it a good shampoo. That should make you feel better Dem".

"So you like me with more hair?" I asked grinning.

"Yes. It's very attractive on you". She said as she gathered materials to wash my hair.

She propped a large bowl under my head and poured warm water from a pitcher over my hair. "So does it make you want to bang me?" I snickered.

Ivy sat forth scrubbing my head before she answered. "Bang you say? Do you mean does it make me want to take you to my bed?"

"Hey, whatever you want to call it sweetpea. Well does it?"

"Hmmmm.... you are very good-looking Dem and I assume you bang women all the time but you see I am a virgin so I don't know what it's like to be banged".

Excitement overrode my soul at learning this and I bounced my feet up and down in anticipation. "Oh Ivanya you and me or going to have so much fun together but how is it your still a virgin?"

She sighed as she rinsed my hair. "My father doesn't allow me to leave the house unaccompanied. He controls every aspect of my life including my prearranged marriage that's coming up in a year".

"Yes, I know about that". I stated.  "By any chance is your favorite color pink?"

"Why yes it is, but then again I told you that why I was under". She said running a comb through my hair.

"So are you a lawyer too?" I asked wondering what all was real and what part was my overactive mind.

"I did study law and have a degree but my father doesn't allow me to practice". She informed me.

"Ivanya I believe you would make a great lawyer one day". I said seriously.

"Thanks Dem. I hope so. Maybe once in America I'll make a go of it". She said.

"Yea about that Ivy, I want you to stay with me once we are home. I'll support you and you can fulfill your your lawyer schooling". I offered.

"That's very nice of you Dem but your family may not accept me, especially your wife. I wish no trouble for you". Ivy said.