The next morning

It felt like I just dozed off when my phone alarm buzzed. The woman was still out cold, so I showered and dressed. At 6:30, I slipped out the door and headed to my car. Why I decided to go to a 24 hour Walmart and buy her something to wear, I don't know. I got her sizes from her nasty clothes and headed out shaking my head at what the fuck I'd gotten myself into.

It didn't take too long to find the local Walmart and buy a dress, panties and bra. It wasn't stylish but functional. Who knows, maybe she would thank me. I made it back about seven thirty and walked into the room. I tried to rouse her, but she was still out cold.

Now what do I do? I decided to lock up all my valuables in my car and wrote a note. It was longer than I expected, almost two pages as I detailed all that had happened. I left for my conference and hoped that the police wouldn't show up and arrest me.

The conference dragged on as presenter after presenter showed slide after slide in mind numbing details. Finally we broke for lunch and I rushed to my room. I figured that she would have read my note and left, but to my surprise, she was still lying in bed groaning. When I walked in, she jumped and pulled the blankets up to her neck.

"Who are you?" She demanded.

"My name is Mark, are you feeling better?" I answered.

"How did I get here?" She asked. I realized she must have just awaken when I opened the door.

"Look, I only have a few minutes before I'm due back to my conference. I wrote it all down for you. Read this and you can dress and go after I leave." I explained.

"Where are my clothes?"

"Look, last night I saw a man slip you **** in your drink. He tried to take you out of the hotel and I stopped him. I really didn't want to spend the night with the police, so I brought you up here to sleep it off. Unfortunately when I got you here, you got sick and threw up all over yourself. I only took off your clothes to clean you up and put you to bed. Nothing happened. You were in that bed and I was in the other. This morning I went out and bought you something to wear home, wherever that is. I just tried to help." I explained.

She looked around the room and saw the other bed was also unmade and her body seemed to relax. Finally she slowly started to rise, holding the sheet tightly around her semi-nude body. "I didn't go with him?" She asked.

"No you were almost comatose when he started to take you out of the hotel." I answered.