She returned to her bedroom and went into the master bath. She turned on the water to let hot water work its way through the pipes to the shower head....She dropped the robe, and then felt naked.“I am naked,” she growled to herself. “I sleep naked. I’m getting ready to take a shower!”Bobby was in the house though. That’s why this felt so different. She felt vulnerable.“That’s silly,” she said, aloud. “Bobby would never hurt me.”She stepped under the water too soon, trying to get away from her own. Not at herdesk, in full view of the other executive's secretaries and whoever waspassing by at that moment! I warned Theresa about it, reminding her thatI would be her boss again one day, but she just brushed me off like I wasmaking a mountain out of a molehill.Sometimes, Theresa's critiques were more teasing and playful. Shefrequently told me that she could do it better, to which I would respondthat if that was so, she was welcome to do it herself.Throughout it all, however, I managed to. . Yes," she croaked, trying to get to her feet. But her legs were asleep and she fell backwards, smashing into a set of metal trash cans, knocking them over with a loud crash.His feet made echoing slapping noises on the concrete and then he was there, reaching down to pick her up and wrap her in his arms. Gabe held her close, feeling her shiver and lean against him, her arms coming up to wrap around his back. "Oh God," he breathed into her hair. "I didn't know where you were. I thought he'd. Daniel tried to push thethought, repellent and frightening as it was, away. But as he looked atthe clothes hanging on his rack, Daniel realized he didn't have much ofa choice. Daniel felt somehow that the bag could very well contain theonly outfit in the entire apartment that would fit him. Gingerly unzipping the bag Daniel peaked in, unsure of what itcontained. Inside, along with a small collection of make-up and jewelry,was a light blue button-up blouse, a pair of jeans and a sports.