.."My voice trailed off. I felt a trembling on the bed beside me. It wasJanie, she was silently sobbing."Janie," I said, "what's wrong? Don't cry. It'... all right. You can tellme."I held her for the longest time until she could speak."It's Mr. Fritz, Tracy. Don't go! Don't let him..."And she broke down in tears again."Tracy," she said when she'd regained some of her composure, "I've beengoing to Mr. Fritz since last year. He makes me do terrible things,Tracy. He says that if I won't do them or. I drew the cloth between my legs and had to bite down a small moan. Later, I promised myself while I rinsed away the shampoo and soap. The towels were fluffy and soft, and they carried a lovely scent of roses. I wrapped a smaller one around my hair and stepped back into the bedroom. And froze in embarrassment. A man, a stranger, was sitting on my bed! Dark, short hair, muscular, the black tie loose around his collar and the top three buttons of his blue business shirt undone. And worst of all,. As we chat, I lean forwards...may as well give him more of an eyeful!Slowly I turn the conversation round to my predicament, and the play begins. I offload to John all my problems, and surprise even myself how easily I can turn on the waterworks! Instantly John tries to comfort me, and I experience a little surge of excitement as I feel him place a consoling hand briefly and gently on my knee.“Hey! Hey! Abbi!” he says, and as we both stand up. His hand comes up to my face, to help wipe away my. I was pretty sure Sonia was planning to kill me somehow and feed my body to the alligators. Somewhere near 10 that night I was in my sister’s car, we had watched four more videos and were sitting back sharing a bottle of water. We’d been there over an hour and she hadn’t threatened me or started a big fight so I was calming down, she said, “Don’t do that anymore Chad, don’t try to spy on me again.” I needed to say something to keep her cool, “It’s okay Sonia, I won’t.”“Well, just to be sure.