Charlotte's sleep was very interupted.  She just couldnt get comfortble and there was a nagging in the back of her mind, a fear about what the day would bring.  In the end she got up at 4.30 and showered.  The water stung as it hit the welts and she tried to ignore the pain, washing and preparing herself for the day.  She was dreading it.  She just knew something awful was going to happen.  But she didnt know what.  She dressed in a simple sweater and jeans.  She had slipped on some plain white panties, but couldnt bear the bra, that had hurt the welts on her front and back.  She sat on ehr bed, waiting, was breakfast going to be served, she was hungry having missed dinner last night.