The silence is in sharp relief with Brandon’s inner tumult. He’s combustible. He thought he’d tire of this, but she seems to only get better at pushing all the buttons at once. He hears the doorbell ring; it sounds really far away. He can feel the glass plug vibrate inside him, like it’s standing in for his Mistress.
Mona goes directly to the door. She is flushed with the immense satisfaction of driving Brandon to his first edge.
And here is Jeremy in clean Carhartts and a tight white tee shirt. His unkempt hair and rakish grin completes his mountain man look. Mona beams at him. “How lovely you could make it, Jeremy.” “Thank you, Miss.” He wipes his feet on the matt and steps in gingerly. She gives him a hug and leads him into the living room. She points toward a chair and he sits as she goes to the kitchen to pour wine.