Her old pals at the Moxey,... she knew that was a death warrant. Why on earth he thought she'd cooperate was beyond her. Those men belonged to the mob, for chrissakes! But there was still the mystery of why he hadn't just killed her, it would have been cheaper and more expedient. The only reason she could think of was  that they wanted to know if she had spilled the beans to anyone about this. She couldn't decide at this point if she was happy that she hadn't or wished she had.<br/><br/>She watched him open the wardrobe and appraise her garments. What an invasion of privacy. Oh sweet Jesus, not the underwear.... that's where  her ... ahem.. toy was. She was wearing her red polka dot bikini, that ought to do, really,<i>stop rifling through my clothes.  <br/>
</i><br/>Lauren closed her eyes in agony at the idea of him finding it,<i>her toy, hey, a girl has needs, and it beats sleeping around!  </i>But a knock at the door suddenly opened her eyes! There it was, the knock! Her salvation, her rescuer!