Christine began coming around about a half hour later, and like Jon, she was still groggy but able to focus. She found her wrists and ankles also tied by plastic quick-locks, and someone had the courtesy to pull her dress down so that it covered her knees. She found herself lying on the carpet alongside Jon, and the two Indian kids seated on the couch alongside one another.
“You really look terrible, Jean-Guy,” the girl giggled. She was also dressed in rags, with long stringy black hair framing an oval skull with large chestnut eyes and an ugly slit for a mouth.
“You have looked much better in other times yourself,” he smiled back as he held her hands affectionately. “I believe that, after midnight, we will be enjoying each other far better.”
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