Wayne was puzzled. He'd checked every day or so, but still there was no reply to Mia's last post. Had her partner gone on holiday or maybe he was ill or had just abandoned her in mid rp. He lay down on Mia's bed, enjoying the stale smells of her body and her bed. In that heady mix, he'd have had no trouble taking the plot forward, but the partner didn't have that advantage. Reflecting further, Wayne could see his problem. What had begun as a rape rp, a stranger rape rp, had become more of a romance or redemption rp. If Mia was going down that track, how could her partner respond? Should he just follow her or try to divert the plot back the way he wanted it? Wayne was so lost in thought that he didn't realise how much time had passed until he heard Mia's key in the door. His mind worked frantically on how he could escape.