well , youre doing a hell of a job running it yourself , son . i put my head on my hands , down on the kitchen table . a severe and mighty thing , looking like a soldier of god who could shake the earth with his footsteps . i called winter 's cell number ; she answered on the second ring . thats where his strength was found . `` for her that side of our relationship was about sex and control and a lonely woman finding some kind of comfort with her boy toy . '' 