God, he was gone a long time. what if he collasped in the parking lot. What if those men were back and killed him. What if he decided she wasn't worth it and didn't come back. That wouldn't surprise her. That was the story of her life, why she was unloved. Because she wasn't worth the effort. Jennifer found herself picking at the raveling chenille of the bedspread. She jumped off the bed and began pacing the floor, alternatively hugging herself and resting her fists on her hips.<br/><br/>A light rap on the door made her jump and she looked around for something to use as a weapon. the door knob rattled and Jennifer pressed herself against the wall so that the open door would hide her for a second, maybe buying enough time to slip out of the room. The door opened and she held her breath.<br/><br/>As the door swung shut, she threw herself at the man,<br/>"Oh,Max. You came back." she said, just stopping herself from hugging him. "I was sort of wondering if you were coming back." she stuttered, trying to brazen through her almost emotional greeting.<br/><br/>Max didn't notice, she was so glad. He tossed the plastic bags on the bed and began talking,<br/><br/>"The coast is clear, at least for the night." he said, and tossed some strawberry shampoo her direction. "Thought you might like to clean up after last night in that shed."<br/><br/>Jennifer nodded, looking at her feet.. "I think I miss Brody."