She had a certain way to take everything.

Her coffee; black with exactly two tablespoons of milk and a spoonful of sweetener. No more, no less. And never real sugar. Just low-calorie sweetener.

Her mornings; starting at 6am sharp, she would head to the bathroom while I made the aforementioned coffee. She would come downstairs at exactly 6:45, drink her coffee and read the paper until 7. Then she would kiss me lightly and be on her way to work. She would never be late, and never too early.

And me; she would take me only in a certain way. My skin bruised under my lingerie, my bottom stinging. A bit-gag in my mouth and a blindfold over my eyes. Bent over the bed. Not naked, but in lacy underwear. And only while she was dressed in her best. Never sloppy, never sleepy. Perfectly poised and certain.