" I offered.She appeared to contemplate the idea. She slowly moved over and I opened my arms. She leaned in and I pulled her close and just held her... She slowly relaxed and then I heard the muffled sounds of crying. I did not try to quiet her, but instead gently held her and let her release up the pent up sadness.I was glad I hadn't let her stay at Mounika's. She was much too fragile for that environment.I felt her pulling back and I let her do so. She sat back, wiping her eyes. She . "I just laughed and shook my head.I had arranged for a chauffeured limousine for the evening figuring that it would just add a little more pizazz to an already hyper evening. I had no idea how correct that notion was. Caitlin's parents lived in what is called a "gated community", that is a number of houses surrounded, usually by some type of decorative fence or wall, with a guard at the gate on the only road into it. It's fancy, I guess, and does allow them to feel a sense of privacy and. My sister came home first, closely followed by my mom. Neither of them noticed anything when they returned and nothing was said during dinner. After we finished eating we sat and talked for a while until suddenly I realized... I was still wearing the brassiere!Quickly, I made an excuse to leave the table and covertly dashed into my mom's bedroom to return the bra back to its original place. Quietly sneaking out and back into my room, my heart pumping with excitement.Months went by and I'd. "Oh my God, please don't hurt me" Claire says as she closes her eyes dreading what this unseen man may do."I said don't blink. Don't even close your eyes keep looking at the weeping angel until I tell you otherwise" the voice said. Frightened Claire didn't know what else to do "Yes sir, I'll keeping looking at the angel just, please, if your going to hurt me or rob me make it quick" but it does look like statue is closer."Hurting you is the last thing I want to do, I'm trying to save you. If.