When she met Fred Peterson, she was unattached. She was working out at a local gym one day. She was sanitizing a machine she had just used. He was next in line to use it. Fred made some comment about not having to use the sanitizer. He didn’t think anything she would touch could possibly be unsanitary. After that brief, complementary conversation, he asked her to lunch. They began to see each other on a regular basis. He invited her to move in with him. That was six years ago. They did everything together. They took vacations, went to parties with his friends and even attended church together sometimes. Six months ago before he was killed, according to her, the abuse began. She didn’t understand his personality change. She said she was compliant to his every demand, including his s****l pe
