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    “Hmmm…this gives me an idea. Are you up for role playing?”
    “What do you have in mind?”
    “I can get a police officer’s uniform and you can be the diner waitress.”
    “You think that’s sexy? I was imagining whips and chains.”
    “Damn, you’re making me hard. Don’t worry, I’ll have the perfect prop.”
    “What’s that?”
    “Handcuffs.”
    A shiver coursed through me as I imagined myself handcuffed and blindfolded while he had his way with me. I let out a screech, but not because of Victor’s salacious words. The hot oil in the doughnut maker had splattered onto my arm. Then another hit me in the chest. I threw the dough toward the ceiling where it stuck. The whole mechanism was boiling and sputtering hot liquid, scalding my skin as if it was aiming for me. “Hold on a minute.”
    “Julianne?”
    I tried to unplug it, but the oil splashed across the outlet, causing acrid smoke and a small flame to appear. I screamed, dropping the phone. I grabbed an oven mitt and managed to take the plug out, but then every light in my apartment shut off at once, leaving me in the darkness. Another shot of oil hit me on the neck and I realized the machine was still hot enough the oil was continuing to boil. Even when I touched the oven mitt against it, it felt too dangerously hot to move.
    Rusty came in just then, whining like a baby, and jumped on my back. I knocked down the glass bowl of sprinkles. It crashed on the floor, breaking into pieces. I grabbed Rusty, threw him to the floor and lay on top of him. It was the only thing I could do—the kitchen was a landmine of danger with no lights, scalding oil and broken glass. My dog was scared to death, and I knew he’d only get hurt if I let him roam free. I sat there wondering what I’d done wrong. Why did I get myself into these crazy situations? Then a blob of dough fell on my head. Damn…was this really happening? I clung to Rusty trying to calm him, but my hands were shaking. I felt the pinch of a new burn as the oil spurted out like volcanic lava over the countertop and onto my back
    I heard the click of the door then the banging of a fist being pounded on it. “Julianne?”
    “Victor, hang on, I can’t get to the—”
    He was inside the apartment, his shoulder having easily splintered through the wooden frame. “Where are you?”
    “In the kitchen. Be careful, glass and hot oil.” I wasn’t making much sense, but he didn’t hesitate to find me.
    It took barely a second, then he was kneeling next to me, rubbing my back. “Are you hurt?” he asked, looking around the kitchen.
    I was too embarrassed to thank him when he removed the blob of dough from my face. This was too ridiculous to be happening.
    “Just a small burn,” I croaked, feeling utterly stupid.
    “Are you laughing or crying, because I can’t tell.”
    “Maybe both,” I replied.
    “There’s no need for either, my beautiful American girl.” Victor helped me up, but I held onto Rusty so he wouldn’t start freaking out again.
    “It’s okay, Julianne. Let go, I’ve got him.”
    I relinquished my hold.
    “Robbins!”
    Robbins appeared out of nowhere with a flashlight then took hold of Rusty’s collar.
    “Take him for a walk, please.”
    I was sure from the look on his face that it was the strangest request the old chauffeur had ever gotten, but he wasn’t immune to Rusty’s charms. He smiled and petted my dog’s head before leading him toward the door.
    “The leash,” I said, walking toward him.
    “Don’t move,” Victor said, halting my forward progress “You’re not wearing shoes and there’s glass everywhere. I’ll take care of it.”
    Victor walked over to the door. He unhooked leash for Robbins, petting Rusty in a way I could never manage that always made him calm down.
    Robbins handed Victor the flashlight. I stood in the same spot while he walked around the kitchen, shaking his head and cursing.
    He came back over to me. “Hold this, baby,” he