Back to Laurel and Meghan.

As you enter your bedroom you can see into the bathroom where Laurel and Meghan are toweling themselves off, both of them looking rosy and pink from the warmth of the bath. You lean in the doorway, watching them.

"Good to see you two enjoying yourselves." Meghan gives a little yelp of surprise and embarrassment, Laurel gives you a lazy grin.

"No more than you and Elena from the sounds of it. She's a noisy one, isn't she? Very thrilling, wasn't it, muffin? Got us poor lonely girls all excited and we just had to take care of ourselves." She puts an arm around Meghan and kisses her cheek. The younger woman stares at you uncertainly.

"Let's get this poor girl to her bed," Laurel says. "She's had a terrible day of it, what with horrid mothers and bosses and roommates. A good rest is what she needs. Come along, muffin, I'll show you your room." She takes Meghan's hand, but the younger woman doesn't move.

"Please....I know it's a lot to ask, but please,...may I sleep in your bed? With the two of you? You've been so kind, Mrs. Chandler, I thought you hated me but you've been so kind, and Mr. Chandler...you saved my life. And you've both made me feel better tonight, and I'm a bit afraid to sleep alone in a strange bed...and..."

Laurel hugs her, cutting off her words. "Of course you can, muffin. Can't she John? It will be ever so cozy. And we promise not to rape you more than twice. Each." She giggles at the shocked look on the young redhead's face. "Come dear, don't take me so seriously. Nothing will happen to you that you don't want to happen. And what you should want is deep and peaceful slumber."

Meghan looks from one to the other of you in some confusion, before Laurel once again interjects. "Do you sleep in those cotton pajamas? Or would you like something silkier? Or one of John's soft old t-shirts? Those are my favorites when I'm feeling blue; snuggle into them, get the scent of him, feeling the cloth rub my nipples....God it's almost as good as fucking him." She laughs at Meghan's embarrassment, petting her cheek.

"Um...um...a t-shirt would be great," Meghan says quietly. Behind her back, Laurel raises her eyebrows and suppresses a grin as you get your secretary a shirt. She slips it over her head and it falls to mid thigh. She smooths it down over her elfin body and gives a happy sigh.