The next day

Lucy awoke the next morning. Her ass was feeling sore and there was a crick in her back. As she stretched and sat up, Lucy remembered the details of the horrible day she had lived through the day before. Not all of the details, clearly. She had no idea why her ass felt so strange. But she remembered the cop car.

"That asshole," she said out loud. The frustration she had felt slowly gave way to anger. Max, her boyfriend, had hung up on her. In her hour of need, he had left her to fend for herself.

"That's fine," she ranted. Her parents had taught her when she was in high school and starting to date boys that she needed to maintain respect for herself. "Leave me naked and leave me to my own devices?"

Then Lucy remembered that her bed had been removed and she'd slept in a doggy bed during the night. It was possible that she was not acting in a rational way. After the events of the day before though, Lucy wanted to start the new day fresh. If that meant that she would be acting from a place of anger, that was fine. Lucy's relationship with Max was over. She would not tolerate that sort of disrespect. Not from anybody. At least she wouldn't have to worry about her parents judging him anymore when they visited.

Where was her phone? If she wanted to formally break up with her boyfriend or get the situation with her bed straightened out, she needed a phone. After searching the dorm for several minutes, she decided that Kim wouldn't mind if she used her phone briefly. The phone was locked, but Lucy knew the code.