Jo just giggled quietly. People stopped to stare as we walked through the parking lot and Jo just smiled. “So, want your jeans back?” I asked her ...hen we got to my car. I knew what her answer would be.“Of course not, you goose,” she said. “You lock them in your trunk and throw away the key. Or maybe I’ll run back upstairs and give the key to Sabrina.”“But what if you REALLY want them?” I asked sincerely after I’d locked the trunk back up again, with her spare clothes all in it.She put her hand. After about fifteen minutes of quiet, Teri said, "What happened today? Who were those people, and what did they really want? I was so scared, and even though I had to be strong for the kids, I nearly wet myself when that man hit our driver and forced us into the van."She waited for my answer, and I knew I had to tell everything or risk alienating her. "I told you pretty much all I know. I had Norm call your driver to hurry you along so we could leave for the houseboat trip, and your kidnapper. As much as I avoided, my imagination went deeper and stronger. I was sitting with my legs crossed and felt a bulge on my pants. I was feeling restless while the images of my mom wearing that dress passed my mind. I was filing a pleasure in guilt.Little did I know, I should take help from my own mom to satisfy the needs I craved for. As I sat on the bench imagining things I had come to decide that no one can help me better at this point other than my own mother.The decision had made me a beast.. Worn, wooden panel doors gave some privacy, while there were wooden benches affixed to the outer wall for people to wait if needed.Knowing I didn’t want cold water to interrupt, I took Tiff’s advice and walked the length of the building to the back, and entered the last shower. Inside, the shower was straight across from the door, a wide grated drain on the floor. In the empty space to my right, there was a couple of hooks and a little shelf above it, onto which I put my things.I went to lock.