She needed to run. Rebecca was ordinarily more of an endurance athlete, keeping her treadmill setting around a 4, occasionally pushing it up through 5...or 6, but keeping a steady pace for a decent amount of time. Not today. Today she needed speed. She needed to be pushed. She needed to have her mind obliterated and her muscles torn to pieces. Jesus, those thoughts were getting violent, Rebecca thought to herself. Still, she kept her attention on the treadmill display, pushing her legs to move. Were you serious about each other?” he asked.I nodded. “This was all before I met Marilyn, of course. We met in college. This was high school. Anyway, yes, we were pretty serious. Let me think, we met near the start of my junior year, so I was...” I had to do the math in my head. “I probably had just turned sixteen. We dated until the summer after I graduated, not quite two years.”“And you were sexually active?”I smiled again. “Very!”“How come she has never come up before?” he asked.“Good. "You keep telling yourself those words, doing your best to smile, but they do nothing to calm the churning in your stomach and the racing of your heart. As your limbs twitch and your breath quickens, you wipe your brow and say, "Alright, alright, calm down, there is nothing to be worried about. You calculated every last detail and planned it so you're not doing anything too complicated. Besides, the police won't take a twitchy phantom thief seriously."These words have more of an impact on you,. At some point the bodywash and shampoo had dried onto her body.Jumping into the shower she started crying again and couldn't seem to stop herself. As she cried so pitifully in a hiccupping manner, she tried hard to scrub herself clean. But no matter what she did she still felt dirty. She eventually stopped and quickly dried off.Once finished she was then sitting in the living room dressed in a sleeveless white cotton blouse and blue jeans. She knew that David liked this blouse on her because of.