Jayne woke up alone

Jayne was not fully awake when her eyes snapped open, she tensed and looked around the unfamiliar room and then relaxed as she recalled last night; sitting up she listened but heard nothing, getting out of bed she walked into the bathroom and then back out, she was alone. Jayne found a note on the bedside cabinet and opened it as she sat down on the side of the bed: 'Stay as long as you want, be back this afternoon. I enjoyed last night. Tex' the note read. She put it back down on the cabinet as she got up, she picked her clothes up from the floor and put her skirt and blouse on the bed, then she took her thong and folded it up and placed it on top of the note Tex had left her.

Naked, she walked into the bathroom, between her legs felt sticky and she grabbed a freshly folded towel and took it to the shower; dressed in the towel, she dried herself before and then pulled her skirt back on and finally her blouse. She smiled as she looked at herself in the mirror, the last time she had gone home the next morning following a night out was when she had first met Mark, thinking about him she felt a ping of guilt as she looked at herself. Jayne made sure she had everything as she opened the door, she smiled to herself as she saw her thong folded on top of the note and then she stepped out of the room and walked down the hallway towards the elevator. Walking through the lobby she saw a few looks in her direction as she headed outside just in time for her car to arrive to take her home.

Back at home, Jayne went straight to her bedroom and undressed, she opened a drawer and pulled out a nightie; she walked back to the kitchen, made herself a coffee and then walked into the lounge, she sat on the end of the blue-grey chaise lounge couch and put her legs up and sipped on her coffee as she checked her phone. When she looked up, she saw the time on the DVR display read 10:00, she took her empty coffee mug to the kitchen and walked back across her apartment into her bedroom. In the corner of the bedroom stood a full-length mirror that leaned back against the wall, Jayne walked over to it and looked at herself before turning and reaching for her hair brush and she started to brush her hair. When she was happy with it, she stepped to the side and looked outside the window; Jayne looked up at the sky, checking the weather and looked down to see what people were wearing as they walked around, trying to gauge how warm or cold it was outside, stepping away from the window she reached down and pulled the nightie up over her head, draping it over the foot of her bed.