| Chapter 6 Renee woke with a feeling of panic gripping her. She wanted to throw up. Sunlight streamed through dirty windows into the little room, splotching the gray army blankets with a patchwork of shadows and sunspots. She had no idea where she was. In her memory there was only a confused roiling of sound, sights, odors, color-all running together like buckets of paint poured on the street. She whimpered as she rolled over, to stop suddenly. Fran was sprawled on her back on the next cot. Her blond hair was a limp, twisted snake lying flaccid on her white body. Renee automaticlly jerked her hand to her mouth to stifle her scream. The was so ... so still. And naked. She was wearing nothing. Not even her stockings. |
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"Fran?" Uncertainly, Renee put out a hand to touch her friend, expecting, dreading the feel of cold flesh. She breathed out in relief to discover Fran's body was warm. That the blood pounded strongly under the surface of her smooth, white skin. Sitting up, Renee took stock of her situation. It was reassuring to realize she was fully dressed. She slipped her hand under the waistband of her skirt and heaved another sigh of relief. She still had her panties. The room was tiny and Renee was certain she had never seen it before. Aside from the two beds, it had a washbasin and nothing else. It was stripped as bare as Fran's butt. Renee started to giggle at the thought, and then stopped, shocked. What was funny about that? She wondered. She felt curiously lightheaded. When she stood the room swayed around her, her stomach protested, and then she sat down again ... hard. At least the jolt stopped the swaying. Closing her eyes tight, she tried to count to ten. Instead her mind filled with questions.