Chapter Fifteen
Jeff Dawkins and His Wife
When Janet awakened that morning, she was taken to the ranch house and showed into a large but simple bathroom. Shed stared in wonder at a white so crisp that it hurt her eyes. She nearly started to cry.
The water in the tub was soft and fragrant, gentle against her skin. The towels were thick and warmed, the robe like silk and the adjacent bedroom where she was to dress reminded her of the best luxury hotels, even though it was just a simple bedroom in a rather Spartan ranch house. A red blouse and grey skirt lay on the bed. Clothes? Real clothes? So many little normal things were now luxurious pleasures. There was a thong, no bra and a pair of high heels, much like the ones shed worn when she was apprehended at the airport.
She gazed in the
