A rush of cool air hit her in the face as she opened door. She was ready for the day to be over so she could finally relax. Every morning the alarm went off, she stretched and worked out, showered, dressed and sat in traffic for more than an hour to get to work. Then she was tied to her desk all day fixing her boss’ mistakes. The only consolation was that there was no traffic on the way home this late at night.
Tearing at her clothes, she left a trail between the door and the bar. She knew her neighbors would be on their second or third drink, vegged out in front of their TV sets. What she craved most was a dip in the pool. The cool water could wash away all her tension and frustration. She stepped onto out into the night with a glass of wine and a towel. The glass shattered on the patio stones as a hand clamped over her mouth and a strong, muscled arm clutched her waist.