She let her thoughts wander aimlessly until they were once again parked in front of Mo’s home. It was with a sigh of contentment that she carried he... stuff into Mo’s house — or at least, the part he didn’t bring up for her. When everything had been placed in her new rooms, Mo asked, ‘Care to come to the living-room for a drink, or would you rather go and unpack?’ She grinned at him. ‘A drink, please,’ she replied without hesitation. Her heart was lighter, and she felt as though she should. A step too far I think." "He knows the risks. His Name is Professor Steven Morgan. You might have heard of him." "Who? The one who was injured in that car crash in Canada?" "Yes, the very same." "Ah yes. I've read a lot of his work; and some stuff by his colleague, Dr Vicky Morgan. She's married to him isn't she?" "Yes." "So what does she think of all this?" "She's as worried as I am. She doesn't want to lose him. She doesn't want to lose his brain and all that; you. It wasn’t a very serious looking outfit and I’d have preferred to look more serious when I entered the store. It was going to be hard to complain about my naked picture in the window when I wasn’t wearing much more. Maybe it would be dim in the store and the owner wouldn’t notice. Yeah, and maybe he was blind. There were no customers in the store that I could see, but there was a man and a woman behind the counter, and the closer I got, the more they looked like a couple. She was trim in a. I know I was a little drunk but surely, I would have remembered what happened once I got to bed. Obviously not so my common sense was telling me! I was on the bed clothed last night. This morning I am in bed - naked! My summer vacation from university was becoming as strange and as fictional as "Alice in Wonderland."I decided I needed some answers. I got out of bed and threw my new summer dress over me. I looked around for my panties but couldn't find them but then decided after yesterday what.