James shrugged and felt his teeth clenching tighter with each “rawr” mentioning or every replacing of a “r” with a “w” as she cooed to him. The worst part of it was he could truly feel how cashmere-soft the inside on the sleeper was, juxtaposing the anger and frustration he felt inside with the situation. It was all he could do to not let the soft comfort of the sleeper break down his guard. He shuddered, hoping there would be no recreation of the nightmare that happened yesterday. I swear if I see that mail truck lady again… but the worst part wasn’t even over with that; it was what happened at the book club. Just the thought of it made him feel physically ill with shame and horror.