Her heart pounded and she barely had time to hide in the small closet in the bathroom. Aware of her nakedness, she hugged herself and shivered. Her he...rt pounded so loudly that she was certain whoever was there could also hear it. Looking around for a weapon, she found a bottle of perfume and quickly decided that it was better than nothing at all. The door to the office opened and whoever it was surveyed the room and noticed the bed. The stranger quickly opened the door to the closet. It was. Did Angela know that Anthony screwed around… did he? Maybe Julie did?Was there any way to find out? What if she called, not a phone call— what could she tell from that? Go there knock on the door, see what happened. Not tonight–—he'll be celebrating with Julie, bound to be––why would he even let her in——but maybe he would, or they would. She could say she was worried about AngelaShe looked at her watch; she was half an hour away from the house. Too soon. She read the menu, not exactly gourmet. Then I said, "Brooke, I have done some shopping for you hoping to get the chance to give them to you. They are laid out on my bed, would you go try them on? Especially the pants over the jeans but make sure they all fit."Half excited, half uneasy he went into my room and was gone for several minutes finally coming back out as I was opening another beer. Stunning to say the least, gorgeous is more like it. Wearing the pleather pants and off white crop top, nicely showing off her tummy, she came. And she knew that Mark would stop taking the drugs.But that wasn?t the worst of it. Mark had already told her that he was going to take rapid aging and growth drugs when he turned eighteen. Within a few months he would be physically 18 years old and 6 feet tall.Everything she had done for Mark would turn to ashes when that happened. She would have gained him nothing, and cost him six years of his life. Six years that he could have grown older and taller with his friends. Hopefully in time Mark.