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while I had been completely defenseless, there was no reason to believe he would just barge into the bathroom.
    I looked down at my body to check. Well, I did have some black and blue spots which were likely caused by my assailant, but I felt no pain in my groin area and was pretty sure he hadn’t touched me.
    Would he do so later?
    I rolled myself to the sink and saw he had put out a towel and a selection of toiletries. It was a very thoughtful gesture.
    As I brushed my teeth I tried to piece together what I knew. On my way to the bus I had been attacked and Vince had found me and brought me here. He had taken care of my injuries.
    I now knew the how , but I didn’t know the why. He could have just brought me to the hospital himself and left me there. I knew I had told him I had no insurance, but that was after he had already treated me, so that wouldn’t explain why he hadn’t brought me to the hospital.
    He was a mystery to me. I looked at the huge shower behind me. The thought that he had stood in the shower completely naked only a short while ago caused me to have hot flashes.
    Stop it!
    He was too good looking to ever be interested in me anyway. He probably had a girlfriend. How could I find out?
    Listen to me!
    What was I doing? Here I was in the home of a stranger whose motives I didn’t know and who I had let inject me with God-knows-what. I was practically incapacitated and only half-dressed, and all I could think about was whether he had a girlfriend?
    Why didn’t my normal instincts kick in? Shouldn’t I be worried and try to leave as soon as I could?
    “Vince!” I called out. I heard a short knock at the door a few seconds later.
    “May I come in?” he called from the other side.
    “Yes.”
    The door opened instantaneously.
    “Ready?”
    “Actually, I was wondering if somebody could help me take a shower.”
    He looked at me with an almost shocked expression.
    “I meant, since I can’t stand up and all, do you think you could maybe call … your girlfriend to help me?” I swallowed and waited for the answer I didn’t want to hear.
    “Sorry, but I have no girlfriend.” He sounded apologetic.
    “A female friend maybe?” I tested.
    He shook his head.
    “Female relative?”
    He shook his head again.
    “Sorry to disappoint you. But I’ll try to think of something so you can take a shower later. Okay?” His forehead was wrinkled as if he was thinking hard.
    “Okay. Oh, do you know where my jeans are?”
    “Oh, yeah.” He looked guilty. “I’m afraid they are in shreds. I had to cut them off you to treat your injury.”
    “Oh … I had a few things in my pockets.”
    “I still have them down in the lab. I’ll get them for you.” He was about to turn around to leave, but stopped. “But let me carry you into the living room first.”
    He scooped me up into his arms again and carried me to the large sofa. He set me down gently and then spread a blanket over me. I smiled at him gratefully. His manners were impeccable.
    When he left the room to go downstairs, my eyes followed him.
    The lab?
    I guessed it was where I had been when he had treated my injuries. Why would he have a lab in his home? Was he a workaholic and took his work home with him?
    He was back in a flash. He was right: there wasn’t much left of my jeans, they were in shreds.
    “Here you go. I also brought you your trainers, but I suppose you won’t need them for a little while?” His voice sounded a little unsure.
    I pointed at my leg. “I’m not a doctor, but I don’t think I’ll be walking anywhere soon.”
    “Right,” he said and I couldn’t interpret his facial expression. He turned his attention to my leg. “I think it’s time to change the dressing.” He dropped rolls of gauze and other medical items onto the table.
    I dropped my jeans to the ground, but not before I had checked the pockets and pulled out the contents: four twenty dollar bills, a key and an appointment card. I dropped everything onto the