Point of No Return.

The banging that threatened to break down the door had her bolting from the bed in fear.-

"What the fuck?"

Grabbing the red robe to cover the white tee and cotton navy blue bikini briefs she wore to bed, she fastened the red stain sash, holding it together. Cautiously she looked through the peephole. Worry set in instantly as she frantically undid all the locks, three in all. Something was wrong. Very very wrong.

Michael stormed in; the wave of angry energy was almost physical in its intensity.

"Michael? Michael sweetie what is wrong?"

Two weeks passed since their last episode at theThee Way bar. Her...