Let's get you cleaned up, yeah?”Becky nodded, breathing in the soothing scent of chlorine and hairspray that clung to Sue like perfume. “Don't lea...e me…”“Since when have I ever done that, huh?” Sue's voice was gentle but teasing as she stood, holding out her hand. “Come on, up you get.”Becky sniffled, a tiny smile forming on her lips as she took Sue's hand. “You won't say anything, will you?”“Of course not,” Sue assured her, guiding Becky towards the showers. “You go and get cleaned up, okay?. At least that was something not being denied her.He was there too, standing over her, without his mask now. He looked downright average, on the younger side and clean shaven, the quiet unassuming guy next door type, completely unthreatening. But she knew what he'd done, what he was capable of. Some of it, anyway. She was about to find out how much more there was. She looked up at him, fear in her blue eyes, and said, "Please, let me go. I want to go home."He slapped her hard enough to knock her. And, in some strange way, I felt it would also have let Mel down. I wouldn’t have been doing my very best.I realized I love Mel so much that nothing I can do for her is good enough to satisfy me. Even when I make her a cup of coffee, I worry that it will be too strong, or not hot enough, or not ‘just right’.And I was beginning to suspect that she was going through the same process.The Thai-style lemon chicken with noodles and a mixed salad she’d served up the night before had been a work of. 34 C bust. Slender, with long, graceful limbs. Long, straight honey brown hair usually kept up in a neat bun on the back of her head and held in place with a silver stick. Large, bright blue eyes. Tends to dress conservatively in simple high necked, long sleeved blouses that button up the front, and dark floor length skirts.Jaqueline Hunter: Professional adventurer. Born on the mainland to a wealthy minor noble family. Highly educated. “Received british” accent. 5 foot 8 inches tall. 26 years.