Delusions of Grandeur
© Copyright 2004 I'm Not Afraid Shelly came to my door, battered and bruised, begging for a place to stay. I recognized her as an occupant of an apartment down the hall. I'd lusted after her for years, but she was married. "Shelly! What happened?" She looked away, and I could see the skin around her eye, puffy and dark with bruising. I understood now. She was getting smacked around. "Are you okay? Did Jake do this to you?" I asked, concerned she may be hurt. She said she...