<em>Danica with Leo, then alone with the girls, then heading up to clean Crash's room and the office</em><br/><br/>When the men [and lone female] started filing out, she started picking up the empty beer bottles and didn't really say much to the women at the moment; Leo had her mind spinning.  She had a bit of a history with the man. He was the one who had rescued her, the one who had brought her in.  She'd done worse when near Daytona, a lot worse, and she didn't regret how her life had turned out as much as some might think.  She liked sex, liked experiencing things with people. None of the sex had any emotional attachment and that was one of the few things that ate at her from time to time.  Her life had been pretty happy before she'd gone to Bike Week the first time with Cheston. She'd been in high school, an honor student, had a bright future and several scholarships lined up. She'd wanted to be a nurse but had also thought about being a veterinarian. Any of those dreams were shot now.<br/><br/>The club offered her a protection that she didn't have outside of it. Simply put Danica didn't feel safe away from the members. She didn't really go shopping alone, she hadn't bought a car because it offered her too much independence and she<em>needed</em>someone with her. She supposed that part of her feared that she'd be found and that they'd take her back. She didn't want to go back to where she'd been two years before. The mere thought always made her cry. Gave her nightmares. Made her queasy and sometimes she couldn't control the nausea.  She didn't tell Spencer a lot about it, not wanting to burden her friend, but she'd shared some of the details. She trusted Spencer implicitly. She just hoped that Spencer hadn't figured out how weak she was.<br/><br/>As she did Leo. Leo knew some… he had his ways of making women talk as he made them scream. Part of her need that as much as the other part of her was disgusted by his roughness. As much as she hated it sometimes, his ways made her feel safe. He loved to hurt her, to make her cry. Bleed. To ache for days to a week after he was through with her. Other times he was gentle, sweet. Caring.<br/><br/>Danica laughed overhearing the conversation. "It's just sugar… sweet n low… equal… splenda… Not everyone is scared of them like Ingrid!" She knew that the woman would smack her upside the head or slap her bottom for it, neither blow hard but rather teasing instead.<br/><br/>She'd seen how Dan seemed to gravitate, at least his eyes, toward Spencer and how Spencer seemed to return it. She wondered if there was something there and hoped that her friend found happiness.<br/><br/>"Alright, gonna clean the office and Crash's room since he's not in it… should I look out for any puddles that I might slip in, Riley?" she joked playfully before she darted up the stairs with her cleaning bucket in hand. She peered down from over the railing.  "Dunno why he still stays here; the apartment above mine and Spencer's is empty now."<br/><br/>