She steps back from the mirror standing on tip toes to see more of herself, what he had done slowly dawning on her.<br/>"Why the............."<br/>Turning on her heals she marches back into the other room, not even thinking that she hadn't stopped to put on her night shirt again.<br/>She sees him sat there and fumes at him, looking for something to throw at him, but the hardest thing she can find is a pillow.<br/>"You cheeky little........"<br/>She launches herself at him, pillow raised above her head ready to pound him as hard as she could with it.