Nothing again. But I saw our bedroom door half open in the low light of the single lamp in the hall. I walked towards it. ‘Leta?’ Nothing. I pushe... through the door. She stood at the far side of the room silhouetted against the French doors that opened to the little balcony. I could just make out the curve of her. One of the great advantages we have is our ability to communicate. Leta and I enjoy talking to each other. We leave notes for each other. We email. We text. But in that moment, as she. .I will go and work a bit...take my mind of this." He responded sheepishly."Okay before you go...can you please bring down the laundry basket from our bathroom, I need to do some laundry." Sure hon." Saying that he headed upstairs.As Warren stepped down the last step holding the basket of dirty clothes, he bumped into Russell. The basement door was right next to the stairs that led to the second floor."I am sorry Mr. Fritz...I didn't see you." Russell apologized right away."That is okay...I was. She moved up to the bedbehind Amanda’s stretched out form. Amanda started to sit up whenSuzanne gestured for her not to move.“You don’t have to get up, Amanda,” Suzanne said, smiling. “Youdon’t have to look back either.”Amanda was getting concerned. “Suzy? What’s going on??”“Shush,” Suzanne motioned. She then pulled out a pair of dull greycolored metal hancuffs. She pulled Amanda’s arms behind her back. He wasn’t upset she smiled then remembered he was injured. Pulling the door open he fell in to her room head first. The stars where back in front of his eyes and he stared at the woman that cradled his head “sorry sorry sorry” she whispered franticly. Her breasts where soft she didn’t have on a bra and the thin shirt allowed him to feel everything. “My fault he said shouldn’t have been against the door” she looked closely at his head before helping him to his feet. Her face was bright red and.