She glanced in the rearview mirror at the big, blue car following her. It should have been comforting to know Dan was there behind her; instead she felt as if she were on a roller coaster and couldn’t get off. He had packed the car, closed the cottage, and taken the key to the owner. He had even instructed the attendant at the station to check the oil and tires and to wash her windshield. When she had tried to pay for the gas and services he had shoved a credit card in the man’s hand and she was ignored.She should be grateful and flattered that he wanted to do these things for her. But in the light of day it all seemed strange and unreal. He was taking over her life so completely that when the letdown came, which it surely would, she wouldn’t be able to handle it. What really frightened her now was the discovery that she possessed such a capacity for sensual pleasure. When her brief love affairs had proved so unsatisfactory, she had suspected she was a woman without much of a sex drive, perhaps even frigid.
