Back home.

When your second night in the hotel is over, you check out and find your car waiting for you at the pick up/drop off. Not asking any questions, you tip the valet and drive away. You ask Stephanie where she lives so that you can drop her off, but she damn near bursts into tears at the thought of separated from you. After a very long drive of begging, pleading and crying, you break and tell her that you have a spare room at your house that she can move into. She almost makes you crash when she tries to fuck you mid-drive. You're waiting for about five minutes at her apartment complex, when she comes bounding out the door with a suitcase and you can finally go home.

Your home is a mess. It dawns on you that it's only been a few days since you were kidnapped and got caught up in this mess. "Wow. This place needs help." Stephanie remarks, propping her suitcase against the wall.

"Yeah. It's been...hectic." You reply, whistling at the chaos that is your kitchen.

"Well, I'd better get started then. Where's my room?" she says, tying up her hair in a ponytail. You lead her to it and she immediately starts undressing. You look away respectfully, and she brushes past you wearing a pair of hot pants and an oversized T-shirt. Finding where you keep your cleaning supplies, she starts clearing your home. You try to pull your own weight, but she just shoos you away, telling you to relax while she works. You're tempted take her up on that offer but you are suddenly aware of the drive in your pocket.