" That's true, she does. Something about the way you're looking at me makes me feel like I'm acting like a teenager, and should grow up. So, I've see... your boobs. Really, what's the harm? We're both adults here, I tell myself. Still, there's a nagging doubt. "Well, I don't think they'd like it if they knew you flashed me," I say. "They're not here," you refute my argument. "So there's no reason for them to know. Stop making excuses. One more loss, and you owe me dinner." "Alright," I say,. She was fit and strong but she would be no match for him and she had never done any self-defence training. If he did discover where she lived he would have to have the outside door opened for him so she could deny him that but he could still slip in when one of the other residents went in or out. There was a spy glass in her own front door which she could use and ring for help and hope it would arrive in time. If he tried to break in surely other residents would be alerted and come to her help,. Let me e-mail you what we'll tell the callers and our questions. You might be able to use them."Bernie was obviously smiling, "That'll work. Send 'em."I also sent Benson a copy of the information and questions, while telling him what hours to begin interviews. He said he would pass it on to the ladies working the phones so they could practice.It was about two o'clock when Benson called me, "What tha, ah, ah, heck did you do? The two phones in the little office are constantly ringing. This is. "Honey? Is that your name for me now? I've never heard a name like that before. 'Honey'? Where did that come from? This is serious, Tom. If we can't talk about our problems, if we can't COMMUNICATE, then there's not much hope. Please, at least tell me why you don't want to tie me up anymore. Don't I at least have the right to know that much?"Tom wouldn't respond, staring down at the floor, silently.I could barely take any more of his awful neglect. The final, hurtful betrayal came when he said.