Lynn slipped out of the back door and hurried home. She felt sick to her stomach. She stripped off her gown and dropped it onto the floor in her bedroom. She got into a hot shower and scrubbed herself until she felt raw. She felt dirty, dirtier than she had ever felt in her life. She couldn't wash it away. It hadn't been fair to just pass her around from John to Jerry. She didn't want to be used. She didn't think of herself as that kind of person.

She sat on her bed and sipped at a drink she had made for herself. She liked the warmth of the alcohol. She wondered what she was going to do with herself. She couldn't say no. She knew she couldn't stay in this neighborhood any longer. Not after what had happened. She would have to sell her house and move away. She would have to try and find a new life for herself. If she could find a good job, and maybe an attractive man to keep her satisfied? Then maybe her life would be good again.

She heard a sound. She listened. Footsteps in her living room? She shivered as she heard a man's rough voice calling her name. She wondered what he was doing in her house. Maybe he was a burglar or a rapist or someone like that? She reached frantically for the phone, but she was too late. A tall, red-headed man pushed open her bedroom door and came in.

"What do you want?"

"Don't you recognize me, honey?" he asked. "I'm Pete Daniels. I live down the street."

She recognized him then. He was an accountant who lived a few houses down. He had been at the party with his wife, a mousy looking woman. She wondered what he was doing here. She didn't like the answer that came to her mind.