A sudden shock rolled through her nipples when she felt them tug slightly, and somewhere she realized that he had reached up, ever so casually to pull on the chain. I slowly crept to the half-opened curtains and peeked inside. I took the bus to within blocks of my home and walked the remainder of the way. Biting her lip softly to fight the chatter of her teeth, she grabbed a to small towel from the shelf over the toilet in the bathroom, then her red vynyl bag off of the table top containing her key and other items stowed in there for every occasion that may arise. And then she felt his hands gently grip her upper arms, raising her up, first to her knees, then to her feet, and guiding her in trembling steps across the room. He pressed down until he could feel her calcium-starved bones weakening. He laughed, bitter and short. He stared awhile at her slim frame. He tapped her shoulder. She caught me looking there and opened her legs to my gaze.