Upstairs, Lana headed straight to their bathroom, turning the water on to warm.  Stripping, ashamed, she threw her dress and bra into the hamper.  Relieving herself, she flushed and stepped into the shower.  Letting the tears come, she cried silently as the hot streams of water ran over her, attempting to comfort her body.<br/><br/>Grabbing her sponge, she lathered herself, paying particular attention to the area between her thighs, ignoring the pleasant smell of her feminine soap.  Hair drenched, she shampooed.  Rinsed off, she turned the water off, exiting and drying herself quickly, almost roughly, punishing herself for the debacle that was this evening.<br/><br/>In the bedroom, she opted for an oversized nightshirt, not bothering with underwear.  Her cell on the nightstand, she stole a look.  No messages.  Sighing, adjusting the volume to silent for overnight, Lana rested her head on the pillow, attempting to sleep.  Hearing Chris coming up the stairs, she stayed motionless, not wanting any conversation.  Or anything, for that matter.