"Right now I have bigger problems". She pushed the door to Angela's room gently and she got in.Her friend looked terrible as if she had fought a battl... and lost. Her skin was pale and grey and covered with bruises in most places. A bandage covered her head and she had trouble focusing on Georgia."This damned concussion!", was the first thing she said. "Blur eyesight, headaches, what next?" Oh honey ... I'm so sorry!" You? Don't be silly Georgia. I should have been more careful with Nick. Now I. " She said to herself. Turning back, she walked up the moving stairs, stopping every once in awhile to wait for the next set of stairs to move in her direction. As she reached the door of her room, she checked if anyone was in the hall. It was completly empty. "Brilliant." She said to herself in a smirk. As she walked in, she closed the door behind her. Locking the door. She took a deep breath in. Instantly, she started to remove her robe, shoes, shirt, tie, pants, and undershirt. Harmione. It was awkward being stranded alone with him, although we have worked together for five years we never really knew each other. No after hours stuff like cook-outs or family gatherings, nothing other than work. There we were wrapped naked in blankets staring at the fire. At one point we both looked at each other and cracked up laughing. Tom said that he saw a bottle of brandy in the kitchen when he was searching around. I told him that I dont drink brandy but I sure wish we had something to. “It’s a metallic butt plug with a vibrating function,” she whispers from behind the magazine. I look at her from the corner of my eyes and my jaw drops. “It’s remote controlled,” she continues. Now I really get uneasy and start to shift on my seat a lot. “Want to play with it?” she asks and drops the remote into my hands. I catch it like it is something very hot and burning, and shift even more on my seat. People must be thinking I have to pee but I do not dare to go. Then as if she can.