” She told me.I looked at her briefly in the car light before she shut the door. Her jeans were soaked almost as bad as the last time though I notic...ed this time she was dressed much warmer. I also noticed that her teeth weren’t chattering as bad as last time, thank god!“I didn’t think you’d be out in this especially after what you said yesterday.” I replied to her.Shaking her head she opened her mouth to speak then snapped it shut a moment longer. “No, I told you I was betting I would get tired. "I turned to Fran. "Is that it?"Her head was bowed so that her hair fell across her face. She gave a tiny nod."Did you enjoy it?"Another tiny nod."And I don't have to ask you, Connie," I said sternly, "whether you enjoyed it."Connie gave me a big unabashed sexy grin. "No substitute for the real thing," she said, waving a hand at me, "but it scratched that itch, know what I mean? I reckon Whatsisname — the dark-haired one — was better," she added chattily. "What did you think, Fran?"Fran looked. The pain and soreness in her body told her that it was real. The short leather coat laying over the chair in her bedroom also attested to the fact that it had not been a nightmare. It was the coat that one of the rapists had loaned her to cover herself after all of her clothing had been utterly destroyed. It had not been an act of kindness on his part, however. If Melissa had been seen naked in the streets, the police would have become involved. Loaning her the coat was an act of self. Then he added, “Are you going to be alright?” “Yeah, I think so. I’m just having a little anxiety attack as I am getting ready to head home.” Tom sat silently for a moment before asking, “Would you like to go somewhere and talk? Get a drink or something?” “I better not. I need to go home and face David.” “What do you plan to tell him? About us I mean?” “Oh nothing. He does not ever need to know what we shared.” “You said ‘shared’, past tense. Is that what you want? To put it in the past?” I.