Hyde felt like jumping out of his seat and screaming praise to God and every other deity he could think of, but instead of breaking zen, he simply tossed his magazine on the spool/table and asked, "What happened?"
Jackie plopped on the couch, as close to him as possible and threw her hands down in her lap. "We were just sitting on the couch in the apartment and he got a little handsy. I wasn't in the mood, so I told him to stop." Jackie paused amoment and then continued, "He got all upset and started yelling at me."
"What did he say?" Hyde asked, his anger seeping into his voice.
"He asked, 'Jackie, why don't you ever let me touch you?'"
"What did you say back?" Hyde was balling his hands up into fists in his lap; his knuckles were white and hurt from the force.
"I told him, 'Fez, you always want to do it, and you get mad when I don't.' Steven it was horrible."
"Jackie, what did ye do?"
"He started screaming and told me to leave, and that we were done. I can get my stuff when he goes to work tomorrow. I can't go back there today. I can't take it."
Hyde held out his arms, inviting her into his lap. She quickly moved and buried her face in his shoulder. His heart was racing and skipping beats every now and then. He never thought he'd get to hold her again, never thought she'd come back after what he did.
