. I wanted to fix things and Dr. McCall kept telling me I couldn't fix it. Stop asking why. But she was so pitiful, Rhonda. She just wanted to be held... and touched sexually, and know that she was in control.I guess that's the answer, isn't it. She could trust me. And there isn't anything that I want more in the world than for my friends to be able to trust me. I have to switch her to that category. She's not just my employee. She's my friend. I can't be her friend unless I let her be mine.Is. "I'll meet you out front at ten, then." It's a date."I finished my dinner and left a hefty tip for her. Since I had a few hours to kill I decided to take a train back to my apartment; and as the coach lurched through the tunnels I recalled the last time I had seen her.I had passage booked on a cruise ship -- a smaller one of Greek registry that hopped from island to island among the Lesser Antilles.The night we departed San Juan, the captain hosted a welcome mixer in the ball room. I sat in a. Being made to scream hadn’t always been such a terrible thing, at least in her experiences, the thought making her shiver, fear and desire warring within her at the prospect.“Oh, look at her,” the mannequin dressed for a picnic giggled, drawing her attention back to the trio.“I know that look,” the one in silk tittered.“She’s not quite as innocent as she looks.”“Be careful where your desires lead you.”“One can’t run from what’s inside one’s head.”“Or heart.”Deciding that she really didn’t want. As an instinctive reaction, she opened the net curtain and stared across at the young man, her (now dressed) body in full sight. He promptly moved away from the window and she could no longer see him. Perhaps he had realised that she had noticed him looking?!...she did not know. Her mind started to race and she felt a little embarrassed that she had been watched. She wondered how long the young man had been looking. How much did he see? how see through were the net curtains? Danielle realised.