As the sun started to rise, it reflected in the smoke-tinted windows of the building wing to her right, turning the glass into a haze of orange and gold. Someone walked out onto a ground-level patio and looked toward the rising sun. As her eyes adjusted to the increasing light, she saw that the person was Dr. Travis, dressed in black as always, holding a coffee cup and looking at the horizon with an expression she couldn’t discern. She stepped back quickly and pressed her back against the wall, continuing to watch him.
What did his kind think about when watching a sunrise? What went through that sort of mind at any time? How did any man rationalize what he did at this place? Travis was no doubt here bright and early to ready himself for another assault on her body. Her sore sphincter tig
