Jon woke up refreshed in the morning and went straight into the shower. The shower, like the rest of the suite, was covered with hidden cameras. Someone would have paid a lot for the tape.
After all, it was of a long-legged perky-breasted female, apparently in her early to mid twenties lathering up and hosing down, and clearly enjoying the sensation on smooth and perfect skin. Why shouldn't everything be perfect? It was new.
Not that Jon noticed this though. After the shower, in a clean hospital gown, he...or rather she was now accurate headed to her session with Rebecca. On her way, she peeked into Linda's room and saw her still sound asleep.
She entered the office and sat, pouring herself a cup of tea before she could be offered one.
"You look like you slept well," Rebecca smiled in a friendly manner.
"Well, I did. Maybe I am getting used to the bed."
"Well, you won't be here much longer," she said. "Soon you'll be on your way, Janice."
Jon paused for a moment. The name...was hers, wasn't it? Why had she hesitated? She sipped her tea. "Well, I hope we'll keep in touch."
"Of course," Rebecca said, knowing they wouldn't.
