Kristen woke and tried to tiptoe, rummaging through her bag for something to wear. Ronald was still asleep on the couch. Pulling out several items of clothes, she wondered who had packed her bag. Silky night gowns and, even stranger, black latex. What did they think she was doing in here? Tossing it to the side, she looked deeper into the bag. There was nothing she would choose for herself.
Finally, she settled on a pair of pink running shorts and a white tank top and rushed through a shower. When she left the bathroom, she found Ron sitting upright on the couch, head tilted back, and still half asleep. The air felt too warm, and the movement outside the room reminded her of why she was there, but she felt a flicker of happiness.
Ronald looked exhausted but forced a smile. “Give me a m
