Chapter Nine
Reorientation
Thomas flung me over his shoulder where I hung like a limp rag. Back in his apartment, he gently laid me on the cot and stripped away the red leather catsuit for the last time.
He guided me to the shower, a big one like with Gerda, and deposited me on a white, marble chair. Well, why wouldn’t he have a marble chair? With everything else here in Sanctuary so wonderfully weird, a marble chair in a shower didn’t even make the top ten. I slumped down, arms over the sides, legs spread straight out, head back, and didn’t even move under the splashing cold water. Thomas stayed until the temp got into that not-too-hot, not-too-cold range, then left me alone. I guessed he figured I would eventually come back to life and clean myself up. I did, but it was a long time co
