She woke up with a startled feeling, bolting to a sitting position and grabbing for the fuzzy image of the alarm clock on the table next to her brass bed. Olivia groaned as she tried to focus, the numbers finally coming into focus, which told her it was just before nine. "Shit." she said softly, realizing that now the four hour drive to her parent's house in the hills would get her there after midnight. Even knowing that fact, she was satisfied at the powerful climax she had with her fantasy-fueled masturbation session.

Olivia grabbed a faded denim duffle bag and began stuffing clothes into it, something she had planned...