He wasn't aware of it, but he wasfeeling common female anxiety over a man being in his apartment."Mind if I take a shower. It's been a hot day," Mille... asked."Sure, go ahead," White said at the odd request. He had never had Milleror any other co-worker use his shower before.Miller took the extra odd step of taking his shirt off before entering thebathroom. White felt a sudden and overwhelming desire to be with Miller inthe shower. His dick remained flaccid, but he was getting some. I cried too. Not out loud. Tears just happened. For no apparent reason, they formed in my eyes and overflowed, streaking my dirty cheeks.In other words, I went off the deep end.Agnes saved me when I went to her for a loan. I'd run out of food again, and I needed oil paints and other art supplies."You look like shit," she said."I'm doing good work," I said."Do you know what day it is?"I said nothing."Thought so," she said. "Okay, I'll loan you some money but there are conditions attached to the. They expected to have an easy time because no one had ever been ready for them like you were. We don’t want to go back!” The others nodded their heads. Shirley’s face hardened when she heard about the “sharing.”Linda continued, saying, “We had decided that we would run even if it meant dying rather than go back. Thanks for saving us. We watched the message. Are you really Shirley? You do look like her.”“I’m the Shirley in the message and it’s true we have a community though it’s not quite where. Perching on my bed, I drop the towel, luxuriating in the feeling of the cool air on my heated skin. I smooth body butter into my arms and massage a little onto my breasts. I lie back and stretch my toes up towards the ceiling as I knead the rich moisturizer into my legs.When I sit back up, I untie my long dark hair and brush it until it tumbles in soft glossy waves over my shoulders and back.The alcohol is beginning to exert its soporific effects on me, and I yawn and stretch languidly. I turn.