Luke struggles with his emotions.

If Tracy hadn’t pointed at each legal document as she spoke Luke would not have known which was which. The small part of him that struggled to be a man wanted to sign the divorce papers and never see Tracy again. But... that wasn’t how She felt, not after NuYu had messed with his mind so much. The very thought of not being with Him. It filled Luke with an emptiness that scared him.

Being under her thumb. Without assets. Her ward. Luke struggled to fight the excitement that filled him to overflowing.

Luke eyed the piles of paper, feeling Tracy’s and the lawyers gaze lie heavy on him as he swallowed indecisively. He felt them judging him.

Luke reached for the divorce papers and felt fear and anxiety gnawing in him with an aching leaden upswelling. His fingers woodenly flipped the plastic post-it signature flags conveniently placed to guide his feminine hand. The plastic made little artificial noises and it felt like the husks of dead insects on his dainty fingers, making his soft skin crawl with unfathomable dread. With a dejected expression he slowly pushed the divorce papers away, unable to follow that path.

“Can I get you anything?” The waitress asked, looking Luke over with a look of disgust. Luke felt himself shrink under that judging stare, conscious of her lewd attire. The waitress turned to Tracy, dismissing Luke as a slut.

“A bottle of Dom Perignon and three glasses please. We’re going to be celebrating, one way or another,” Tracy smiled as he regarded the pretty waitress. She was the same age as Luke and wore a smart black vest over her pressed white shirt. Her pants clung tightly to her ass and long legs. Luke felt a pang of jealousy as Tracy appreciated the other woman’s modestly framed charms.

Luke reached for the other contract. The lawyer handed him a pen.