On the Run p. 33

Knowing that sleep was no longer an option, she sat up and looked out the windows.  The sunrise was amazing, its golden hues lighting up the sky behind the trees, then breaking the surface of.  She felt dirty.  She wanted a tooth brush.  She wanted her own clothes, although wearing his clothes made her feel special.  And the no panties thing definitely made her feel sexy.  Thank God the clothes were big enough that no one would be able to notice that no panty detail.

She slowly made her way to the door, quietly opened it, and sat at the top of the stairs.  She wasn’t ready to go down and meet all the houseguests just yet, but she didn’t want to be alone, either.

She heard laughter, like old friends catching up.  She heard food frying on the stove, and that made her stomach groan out loud.  No, not now.  She would not let herself be more of a burden than necessary.  She heard the opening and shutting of the refrigerator, and then she heard a few people sit on the leather couches in the living room, just behind the stairs.

She only made out parts of the conversation.  “We’ll be able to watch the apartment 24/7…”

“You’ll be able to watch your gym too.  Old Boss here will love that.  Give that old man something to do,” they said with an affectionately jovial tone.

“I ain’t old, you just call me Boss.  And I take my job very seriously.  No riff raff in that gym, I make damn sure of it.”  They all laughed with an exhausted appreciation.

“There!  Now we have got the vehicle tracker live, too” someone shouted, either Taylor or Brad.

“Where’s he at?”

“Driving down main street, past her apartment, past your house…. He turning around, and driving back, took a right at the apartments, is driving through the parking lot, and it is stopped off in the corner, behind the building.”

“Her car is still there.  Maybe he’s waiting for her to go out to it?”

“The camera is already tripped in front of her apartment door.  There’s a deliveryman with flowers at her door.  He left them on the floor in front of her door, and the card was slipped under the door.”

“Where’s the picture of Reginald?”

She couldn’t take it anymore.  More than likely the Monster had had dressed up in costume to get her to the door.  And it might have worked had she been there.  Thank God she wasn’t, but still, the thought haunted her.  She went into the bathroom and kept herself busy.  There was a comb and a tube of toothpaste in the drawer.  She could just pretend she was camping and take care of business this way.  She started the shower and hopped in, setting out a towel for when she was finished, and took her time.

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