In the morning, with company

The bright morning sunshine wakes you. You stretch drowsily, feeling a pleasantly satisfied ache in your groin as you remember the joys of the previous evening.

With that memory you are suddenly wide awake, your eyes staring at Grace's recumbent body sprawled next to you, her hair tousled in sleep and her breathing deep and slow. You curse yourself for having fallen asleep, your mind whirling as you assess the possibilities.

Whether your roommate is home, and if he is is he awake? How to get Grace up and out of the cottage without noise or discovery. You realise you don't know if she has a roommate, perhaps her little sister, who even now has sounded the alarm and begun a search for her.

You fight down your panic, trying to **** yourself to be calm and think.