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it.” Wendy dropped her bag and dashed into the bathroom before her mother could come any closer. Wendy could still smell Robert’s scent, and she certainly smelled of sex.
    She turned the shower tap all the way up, not bothering to calculate the cost of a full tank of hot water, scrubbing her scalp, every inch of her body and any trace of what had happened. She was always so good about controlling those urges. Even when she had wild dreams, she would wake up and shut the outrageous ideas away.
    Since the day her father left, Wendy vowed to never let her emotions or desires rule her. She would always be in control. She wouldn’t go down the path her father went. He woke up one morning, decided he couldn’t handle the responsibility of a wife and daughter and set out to “follow his passions.” They never heard from him again.
    Wendy’s wants wouldn’t dictate her actions. She and her mother had real needs, desperate basic needs, and allowing herself to be swept away by her frivolous desires would never do.
    She prayed Susan wouldn’t find out about what happened. Robert probably wouldn’t say anything. He seemed like a decent guy. He had merely let some tramp take advantage of him.
    Once she had used all the hot water and toweled off, she rinsed her clothes in the sink and tossed her torn panties away, shoving them deep into the wastebasket.
    She slipped into sweatpants and an old shirt and walked back into the living room. Her mother had dozed off, the paperback lying face down on the floor next to her. Wendy placed the lap blanket over her mother and tiptoed to her room.
    The entire evening lay ahead of her with nothing to do. She went back to her original plan—study for her chemistry midterm.
    Pulling out her book and the practice test, she steeled herself for the torture. Attacking the first problem on the practice test with a vengeance, she surprised herself by knowing exactly how many moles of carbon and sulfur were needed to balance the equation.
    The rest of the problems seemed to solve themselves. The knowledge had been in her head all the time, but she could never get to it. Now it flowed freely, and her pencil scribbled its way down the page.
    Even before she checked her answers with the solutions in the back of the textbook, she was confident that she got most of them right. A smirk spread across her face. If she did this well on the midterm, she’d get an A and bring her overall grade up to at least a B, maybe even a B-plus.
    She turned out her light and slid into bed. She had redeemed the evening in the end. She might have humiliated herself and might not ever be able to face Susan again, but at least all her studying paid off and she had finally mastered chemistry.
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    If the resort didn’t call Wendy in to cover a shift, she spent Saturdays catching up on chores with her mother. Wendy would do the grocery shopping, while her mother cleaned the floors. Then together, they would prepare some meals that could be warmed up throughout the week. With their busy schedules it was the only way to enjoy home-cooked food.
    Wendy pulled her mother’s ancient Ford Escort to the curb. Samantha Johnson struck a formal pose on the plastic porch furniture. Someone lounged next to her. The lean physique, olive skin and jet black hair belonged to only one person she knew.
    Wendy unfolded herself out of the car. When her mother turned to greet her, Franco also turned. Wendy set her mind to ignore the flutter in her belly. Just because they enjoyed a good screw the other day, did not give him the right to come to her house and visit with her mother. This was what she had been afraid of.
    “Hi, Wendy. A friend of yours stopped by.” Her mother’s unnaturally high voice gave away Samantha’s hope for her daughter.
    “I can see that. Hi, Franco.” Wendy waved. Franco’s long stride brought him halfway to the car before she opened the trunk.
    “Let me help bring those in.” He grabbed five bags. “It’s