Well, all that was over. Marcie was old enough to understand. She'd been perhaps overly strict with the girl. There was no sense in her being a hypocrite. Yes, she'd ease up on her daughter, let Marcie do more of what she wanted to.

Marcie! The thought of her absent daughter brought her back to reality. She'd shower quickly, then call the police. Surely something must have happened to her!

"Dear God," she breathed, resting heavily against the wall.

She heard her breath coming in shallow, uneven pants. Had he excited her? Had his touch aroused her pussy even more than it was? Rhoda held her head in both hands, moaning softly. Maybe it was everything… her encounter with Jack Warner today, her daughter's disappearance. All these events were confusing her mind, making her feel things she shouldn't.

Rhoda walked unsteadily to the bathroom. She needed a shower, some cold water to temper her thoughts.

"Oh, hell."

Rhoda shrugged her gown off, bent down and turned on the water. Stepping into the shower tub, she let a cool spray of water wash over her pussy. Immediately she felt a pang of protest from between her legs.

Shaking the woman reached up and concentrated the spray of the shower nozzle on her cunt. No, she couldn't be feeling arousal with that animal around. Now she knew what he was up to, what all that rubbing had been about. He wanted to mount her, to… to fuck her! The thought sickened Rhoda.

As she twisted under the cool spray, reaching out and taking the soap from its dish and lathering her body.

Rhoda felt her blood run cold. The voice had shot out of the dark, down the hall, in the direction of her bedroom. Someone was there. Rhoda gathered the gown more closely to her body, stepping back until she touched the wall. Her heart was beating like a trip hammer while sweat broke out all over her body.