Daphne's hands trembled as she held the skimpy dresses between her fingers. She couldn't possibly wear either of them. She simply wasn't that type of person. And why should she be worried about what Roz might think? She loved Roz and truly valued their friendship, even if things were rocky right now. Friendships weren't perfect and she'd learned to cherish every one. She truly didn't know what she would do without Roz.

But since Roz had begun dating Mark, she had changed and not for the better. Never had her friend been so pushy before.

Daphne knew she was being terribly naive. After all, Bruce had made no secret of his lack of anger management and it was wrong to keep seeing him. But she really, really liked him and perhaps-

The doorbell rang, startling her and she realized that she wasn't ready. The last thing she wanted to do was make Bruce angry again. And so in haste she grabbed the electric blue dress and slid it over her head and down her body. It certainly was tight. So tight, in fact that she could barely move, let alone breathe. But if Roz's prediction was right then she was certain that it would be worth it. A spritz of perfume on her brush and on her neck completed her look. And she had to admit that she looked incredibly sexy. She could hardly believe that she was looking at herself in the mirror.

The doorbell rang again, followed by rapid knocking and muffled shouting and she hurried to answer it. As soon as she opened the door her breath was taken away. Bruce stood there, holding a bouquet of flowers, smiling at her. But it was his grey suit and stylish green tie that made her weak with desire. She'd never seen him look so handsome.

"Bruce..."

His eyes widened at the sight of her. "Wow Daphne you look sexy as hell!"

She blushed and smiled, turning around in a circle to show off the blue dress. "I am?" she asked, feigning innocence.

The flowers fell from his hand and he grabbed her waist, pulling her toward him. It was wrong to seduce him like this, but what was the harm in receiving affection from a handsome, well-dressed man? It wasn't like Daphne had any other options.

Their lips met in a fiery kiss, and she found it easy to give into her desires. The kiss deepened and she felt his arms around her, sliding down the length of her body.

His hands moved toward her hips, his fingertips touching the tight hem. But when he began moving the fabric upwards, she gasped audibly as a flash went through her mind.

She was outside… no, in a car…. He was kissing her over and over again and then he…. She was screaming like mad, aching with pain from what he was doing to her, but no one could help her.

The vision was replaced by the harsh reality of what was happening. He was kissing her now, hard on the lips. His mouth was rough and demanding and she ached from the pressure of his lips pressed against hers. And then she heard the ripping of fabric.

Her dress…