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only 5:30 in the morning.
    Her neck and back were so taut,
probably from clinging to the edge of the bed all night. After she
organized her bags, she realized it had only taken 20 minutes. Too
tense to go back to bed, she pulled out clothes for the day and
decided to jump in the shower, hoping it wouldn’t wake up
Grant.
    The hot steam rolled over her, helping
to unknot the muscles around her neck. She scrubbed hard with her
luffa willing the muscles to uncoil, and then leaned into the water
breathing in the scent of her soap. She began to drift and her mind
relaxed, releasing even more tension from her neck.
    Suddenly she was in a dark room. There
was no light and everything smelled damp and moldy. Her hands were
bound and there was a gag in her mouth. She could feel dried tears
on her cheeks and the stinging behind her eyes that indicated more
tears would come soon. Because it was so dark, Clear could not make
out any distinguishing features of the room. She realized that she
was with someone who was experiencing intense fear. The girl’s legs
were nearly frozen and kept cramping up from the cold of the floor.
The floor felt like unfinished cement. The girl was tied to a pole
and the angle sent spasms of pain through her shoulders and back.
The pole was also very cold. Clear tried to separate herself from
the girl, so that she could try to see something. In the darkness
there was nothing to see. Knowing she was tied to the girl’s
emotions, Clear tried to connect with her more, hoping to get a
name, or location, or some memory from the girl. She felt as if she
were close to making a connection, when all at once there was a
banging sound and Clear found herself kneeling naked in a freezing
shower with Grant towering over her.
    She gasped trying to scramble out of
the icy water and Grant snatched her up wrapping a towel around her
and pulling her into the other room. He plopped her down on the bed
and began rubbing her vigorously with the towel.
    “ Good God!” he growled,
“You are blue from head to toe.” The rubbing was beginning to hurt
as the blood began to flow back into her limbs and she yelped.
Grant pulled back. “Are you alright?”
    Her teeth were chattering so hard she
could not talk. “I…it h…hu…rtttt….s.” He immediately stopped
rubbing and instead grabbed up the blankets wrapping them around
both of them and pulling her hard against him. She tried to pull
away, feeling awkward so close to him, and extremely disoriented, a
part of her mind still in that dank room. The memories of the room
were fading fast and her numb brain could not hold onto any of the
details.
    “ I think you are
hypothermic. We’ve got to warm you up. Your body isn’t warm enough
for the blankets to help. Sit still.” He clamped his arms around
her and began gently rubbing her back and arms, careful where he
touched. She could feel flames from his hands. Not just his natural
warmth, but her body responding to him being so close. He was still
fully clothed and she wrapped her arms around him feeling his hard
chest through his shirt. She tucked her head into his shoulder,
turning it into the crook by his neck, in part to warm her face and
in part to keep from looking at him, and having him look at her.
Her fingers were numb and she tucked them under his shirt in the
back. He jumped a bit but didn’t pull away when she began to slowly
and gently rub her fingers across the small of his back. The
movement brought the warmth into her fingers and then she began
moving her hands. With the bigger coverage area, it took a further
distance to keep any one spot from turning the same temperature as
her frozen palms.
    She could feel his hands
mimicking the same motions across her back. As she slowed he would
also slow. There was a sensuality to the motions, that should have
had her blood boiling. She wanted to push hard and have him push
back, but finally her brain defrosted enough for her to realize how
indecent this all was. Here