A shower and a show

The next thing Savannah knew, she felt cold water hitting her naked body again. She shrieked and reached down to turn the water off. She then leaned against the front wall of the shower and tried to collect her thoughts. "OK, there's a perfectly rational explanation for all of this. Someone must have **** me."

She turned and slid open the glass door. To her horror, her laptop was on the bathroom counter with the camera on. She could tell it was a live feed. She shrieked again and with one arm over her breasts, took a step to the laptop and slammed it shut. "The fuck!" she screamed. She sat on the toilet and put her head in her hands. She started to whimper. "There's got to be an explanation for this. There's just got to be."

Savannah sat on the toilet for several minutes. Nothing else happened. She got her towel and dried off. Again she dressed for bed in a pair of flannel pajamas. She waited and looked around. Nothing happened. She went back to the bathroom and took an over-the-counter sleeping aid and went to bed.

The next morning she awoke just after 8 am.