Take It With Me

Fingers of light stretched across Kitty’s face. Who opened her curtains? Maybe it was Joe, messing with her. But daddy would never let him into her room when she was in her nightgown. Not until they were married, no-siree. Maybe it was Daddy, getting her all riled up. Sure seemed like something he would do. But wait. What was that? There was a hot, slight weight on her hip. Like a hand. Very much like a hand, actually. Yes, those were definitely fingers she felt lying against the skin of her thigh. With a jolt, she sat up, clutching the covers. There was a man in her bed. A groggy, sloppy looking man with a tattoo on his arm. She stifled a squeal of surprise and shock and horror. Looking around, she got another shock. She was NOT in her room. Instead, she found herself in a hotel room with strange teal and pink patterned curtains and green shag carpet. Big building were visible through the open window, and dark rainclouds gathered on the edge of the horizon. The smell of liquor and gumbo drifted in the air, and everything felt wrong.

The hell?