Sandy turned off the shower and reached for her towel. It was not the cheeks on her face that was smarting, but her bottom. Drying herself she winced. In the mirror the fingertips of her abuser could be clearly seen on her buttocks.
One month had passed. There was a hard knock at the door, the handle rattled. The door flung open "May I help you?" said Andrew in anger. The landlord looked past his shoulder and saw Sandy. He glared at her.
"You need pay rent. You come down and pay...soon." He smiled.
"I haven't forgotten" Sandy's heart sank.