Veronica was lying in the back of the car, impatiently waiting for Jon to come. She was still afraid, but not as much as before. Knowing Jon, she was sure he had everything under control. Without warning, a pile of clothes fell on top of her, making her stand up to fully understand why and how all of her clothes were getting to her. She saw Jon open the driver's side door, looking completely angry, more than anything she had ever seen of him. “Are you okay?” she questions. She never really expected an answer from him, but she just wanted to ask him. As she expected, he didn't respond. She wasn't going to force him to do it, because that would only make him explode. However, she wanted to ask him what happened and why he was taking her and practically every piece of clothing she owned with him, but she could tell he wasn't in the mood to answer any questions. of them. All she had to do was wait for him to calm down a bit. His hand reached back and rested on her leg. He started rubbing it, and it soothed him a little, but not completely. Even though Jon was doing everything he was doing, she was still shaken by it all. His mind was boiling with thoughts, bad thoughts. She could practically still feel Andrew's hand around her throat. It was scary that she almost died. Believe it or not, this wasn't the first time this had happened, and she knew he would find her one way or another and try to finish the job more painful than the last. “Veronica!” Jon's voice tore her from her thoughts, and the tone of his voice indicated that he had called her real name more than once. "I'm sorry, I was just thinking about something." She saw him nod after removing his hand from her leg. "What were you saying?" He sighed, and... middle of paper... the stress in your life has some sort of close relationship with your undressing. He noticed the look she was giving him, so he decided to elaborate further. "I don't see anything wrong with you being a stripper. Hell, I still visit them frequently, but some people go too far and put your life in danger," he said, waiting for what retort she would get. She sighed, then rested her head on his shoulder and wrapped her arms around her. around his neck. "I guess you're right. I love stripping, but most of the shit I get into is work related. Maybe I should... no, I can't make such a decision yet. » Jon nodded and placed a kiss on her forehead. “Think about it. Remember, you're more likely to be in danger if you stay." He just had to be reminded one last time. He loved strippers more than anyone, but he couldn't stand to hear that his life was threatened because of her work..