I had always been reserved by nature, yet I somehow married the most ruthless mafia don alive.   In the two years since our wedding, I'd never once truly satisfied him.   After turning down his advances for the third time that week, I accidentally found the divorce papers on his desk.   He had already signed them.   After thinking it over again and again, I got up and knocked on the bathroom door.   The sound of running water stopped at once. Dante's cold voice came from inside.   "What is it?"   I asked nervously, "I'm done with work now. Can I... shower with you?"