When he woke up he could smell something. Soap? Shampoo? A combination of delightful scents. The fresh aroma of clean, lightly perfumed flesh. He was lying down. As he stared up at the dull ceiling he felt the softness of the mattress with his hands. He was still naked, but he was aware of something around his waist. With a supreme effort he managed to raise his right hand off the mattress to investigate. It felt like a thick belt of some kind, closely fitted but not tight.
His mouth was dry. Water. He needed water. He tried to sit up, but the after effects of the drug they had given him still hadn’t worn off. And so he closed his eyes and rested until he felt strong enough to pull himself into a sitting position.
When he had fully recovered, he leaned over the side of the bed in search
