He hurried to thecar still trying to keep a feminine walk and unlocked it and brought outhis purse. He felt relieved and was glad to see it. What if h...s car hadbeen broken into and someone stole his purse then what?He walked back to the elevator this time moving a little more slowlybecoming somewhat relaxed and having survived several encounters. Noone there this time and it started up but stopped at the first floor andtwo people got on but not just any two people the woman and her. Oh...Alex..." she cried. "I'm so so sorry." She beganto tremble.As much as I wanted to bitch slap her, I couldn't. Something traumatichad happened. The cocky Brett Golding was gone, replaced by a fragile,frightened girl. She was vulnerable and afraid, a sister in need. I hadto help her.Taking her hand, I led her to the couch and swept away the stained drapesshe used for a cover. I dropped on to the cushions and then I guided herdown beside me. When she was settled, I scooted away to give us. He said, "I'm so pleased. That girl is making great strides. The young have much greater recuperative powers than us old farts."When I came home that evening, Stacie met me at the door with a hug and a kiss. "Come see," she said, "you're not going to believe this."On the dining room table, there was a huge flower arrangement. Beside them was a card that said, "Come back to us soon. Your friends at McHenry and Charles." The card was signed by everyone in the office. Except me, of course. I was. Her eyes were wide with panic as he grabbed her panties and roughly pulled them down around her ankles, despite her best attempts to keep her legs pressed together. Her husband kept backing toward his car, watching as they unclasped her bra and pulled her arms down to let it fall away. "See you at home, honey," he said lastly, before turning out of sight behind her van. "Wait! No!" she called out, but was cut off by the collar pulling her back against the boss. He ran his hands up and down her.