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Calla finally remembers she has no clothes on herself and what the whole scene looks like, in general, because she makes a grab for her bathrobe instead of beginning to release Scott from his restraints. Then she probably figures out the smell of me is all over her, so she quickly shoves the robe aside and rushes toward the shower.
    Atta girl—let’s use some common sense here.
    I grab a pair of the ear plugs that got dropped in and stick them in Scott’s ear, ignoring his flopping protest. Then I join Calla in a quick body scrub under the spray in the name of freshening up, and then endure that stupid air dryer.
    When we’re done, I see Calla look at her small pile of dirty clothes from the first day, and I know what she’s thinking.
    She grabs her jeans from the pile, figuring they’re still clean enough, I guess, and proceeds to put on a set of gorgeous matching undies—courtesy of our resident freak. She pulls her jeans on over those lacy panties, and then pulls the short silk purple robe over her fancy matching bra.
    It actually isn’t a bad look overall—she looks fairly casual and definitely presentable—not like I just fucked her brains out at all.
    Her face looks fresh and clean and beautiful, and her hair is still damp, but no big deal, I guess. Besides, what can we do? We can only wait under that dryer for so long. But then I watch Calla quickly twist her hair into one large braid.
    Now, with her complete lack of makeup, that single braid, those jeans and her ‘top,’ she doesn’t look anything like the vixen of the past few days at all, and I start to get sad that there’s a good chance I won’t see the expanse of her beautiful tight glowing skin again as she rushes back over to Scott like it’s the first time.
    She waits for me, since I’ve been watching her get ready the whole time instead of getting ready myself, but do you blame me for getting one last look at her perky nude breasts, her flat bare stomach, and those round butt cheeks in a lacy thong?
    I grab one of those white T-shirts provided for me and a pair of the silk boxers and throw those on—no way I’m putting on the jeans I came here in—these soft boxers are the shit.
    Then I watch as Calla put on probably the greatest act of her life.

2

    CALLA
     
    W hen I first see Scott, relief and joy floods me, and I run over to him immediately.
    Everything suddenly comes back to me: this is the man of my dreams before me, the love of my life, my first, last and everything.
    The man I’m supposed to marry is now here in this crazy situation with me, and while I’m ecstatic to see him, I hate that he has now been involved and is no longer safe on the outside.
    Now poor Scott is stuck here with me and…
    Fuck.
    I am flooded with guilt when I remember that Jason is here too, and once Jason fills my consciousness, everything we’ve done comes back to me.
    I wonder how much Scott knows? Has the voice already filled him in? Did the voice already tell him the next set of terms?
    I guess I’ll find out as soon as I take his blindfold off, which I’m not about to do just yet, still being naked and all.
    I’m just about to grab some clothes when it hits me—can he smell the sex in the air?
    If he did, he’d say something, no doubt, when the time comes.
    Then again, the human brain is good at fooling us—if he smells it, maybe he could easily convince himself that it wasn’t possibly sex—Jason and I wouldn’t.
    Either way, time to wash away as much of it as I can!
    Once Jason and I shower and get ready, I think about what to say as I run over to Scott again.
    I peel off his blindfold and watch his eyes light up at the sight of me.
    “Calla!” he says with such relief and love and happiness that it lifts my heart, and I am suddenly laughing and crying all at once.
    I’ve never seen him look so happy to see me!
    We’ve been together for so long, I guess the novelty wore off—we’ve been a couple for nine years and hung out a lot