I even curled my hair for the event. Just as soon as doubt started filling my mind my roommate Kaia reassured me of how "lucky" I was."I hear your go...ng out with Trey! Oh-my-gosh! Your SO lucky!" Kaia said, overly excited as if it were her own date, but of course, it wasn't. At 5 foot and 170 pounds and acne erupting in places unthinkable, she could hardly get a date with anyone. Then a knock on her door interrupted her bitchy thoughts. Trey was at the door. His shaggy light brown hair. She looked like she could use some rest; her cheeks were red, and her hair was messy and sloppy. I helped her undress. She went into the bathroom and took a long hot shower. She was in there so long that steam was coming out through the door left ajar. I listened as she was singing a song. She seemed relaxed yet tired. I called the room service and ordered two roast beef dinners and a bottle of champagne. She stepped out of the shower, with her freshly washed body and hair. She sat to the. Everyone at my table was heavily absorbed in their food, books or laptops, so there wasn't much need for me to speak. "I've had a few dreams about you the past couple of nights." I typed to Matthew. "Yeah? Good dreams I hope." "Of course. They were both about me meeting you. Pretty normal ones though. One where we were having lunch and another where we were driving someplace in your car chatting." Matthew and I had been talking about meeting over the past couple of months, but for some reason. He smiled as the men had him pick out his preferences for his bound girlfriend, and watched them box her frame into a shipping box, stuffing the inside with foam insulation to keep her protected, then watched as they put her box onto a hand cart, and wheeled her out of the house for her new life.Sarah remained out of awareness for nearly 5 hours. She awoke lying on a hay bed in a stall. She took a few moments to try to remember where she was, or how she got here. Suddenly, she felt a tingle.