Intro | No event | Mild aphro
Sally Weaver woke up with a start and stared up at the ceiling. Only problem was, there shouldn’t have been a ceiling to be staring up at or a bed for Sally to be lying in. A surprisingly comfortable bed. In her confusion, the young southern woman simply laid there as she took in her strange surroundings. The night before she had fallen asleep on
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Shane had only just woken up in the hotel himself not too long ago and was examining his room in shock when he heard the voice from the hallway. Taking his gun with him, Shane headed out of the room and into the hallway. It was a woman’s voice and immediately Shane’s mind went to Lori, hoping it was hers. Shane couldn’t lie that upon waking up here his mind had been on his former lover and best friend’s wife, what with all the sex paraphenila around. It didn’t help that the smell of this place reminded him of Lori either.
It wasn’t Lori, much to Shane’s disappointment. Since the girl was obviously alive, Shane kept his gun pointed away from her. “Hey”, he called out from behind the young woman. “Can you tell me where the hell I am?”
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Sally spun around at the sound of the man's voice and shrugged helpless at his question. "Haven't got the slightest clue I'm afraid", the Southern woman replied. "I just work up here myself and--" Sally glanced around the hallway as she headed toward the man. As he had a gun in his hand she wisely kept a few feet back.
"and let's just say it was a bit of a shock". That's an understatement. Sally's eying the gun nervously, wishing she still had hers on her. "Hate to be suspicious but what's your intentions with that thing?"
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