Chapter Thirteen
It was very, very hard to wake up. Through half-opened eyes, Kimberley could see bright light filtering down through the skylight overhead, which meant that it had to be very late in the morning. Yet, their captors had not come for them. She snickered to herself. Maybe they were as used up and worn out as their poor, helpless captives. Beside her, not-Barbara was a warm, soft presence in the bed. They had been sleeping spoon-fashion again, not-Barbara pressed up against Kimberley’s back, one of her long, long legs thrown over Kimberley’s. Under the covers, Kimberley reached down to run her hand along her companion’s thigh, feeling the warm, silky flesh stretched over rubbery muscles. She sighed, a sound of contentment. What had happened last night had not been planned, an
