Epilogue

It was already bright when they woke up, all three of them. The clock in the lodge where they were lying showed quarter to seven, soon the first employees would arrive. The trio looked at one another, they were all mostly naked; they could see in each other’s eyes that everyone remembered what had happened during the night. But what exactly had happened? Or rather WHY? Before they could search for an answer they had to clean up the mess before anyone spotted it.

Jennifer was the biggest mess, she was dirty and sweaty, her hair was sticky with sperm, her stockings were a ruin, boots seemed fine though. What she was not, was being tired; yes, she could use some sleep, the hour or two they had lied **** was not nearly enough, but apart from the lack of sleep she felt perfectly fine. No soreness, no scratches, nothing, even the cut on her palm had disappeared. She should have been feeling, physically and mentally, like a trash, but she simply felt fifteen years younger. She was not sure if that was a reason to be happy or scared.