She stirred, looking him in the eyes. "Is it morning, Stephen?" she asked, stretching comfortably. He hadn't told her his name. She cupped his face, and kissed him deeply. It was oddly familiar, incredible, and very disturbing. When she finally stopped, he just looked at her, dumbfounded.
She got up. "I am going to take a shower," she said. She had a wicked look on her face. "There is room for two..." she said, suggestively.
"I...I..." he stumbled.
"Well, do not wait too long to decide, or I will be done and I cannot reach ze small of my back...and it is so so dirty," she said. She headed to the bathroom, putting on a show for him with every step.
When the door closed, he jumped up. He didn't see his clothes anywhere. He ran for the closet and opened it. Two sets of clothes. Some he recognized as his. The others seemed to be very attractive looking maternity clothes. "This isn't happening," he insisted to himself. He ran out into the hall.
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