Trapped In Beastly Desires

How and when did she fall asleep? Kayla opened her eyes, adjusting to the sunlight beaming through the glass walls and stinging her eyes. Her mind refreshed last night's memory. Anthony's condition, Sledge's restlessness, and how she laid awake waiting for him to come out. The last thing she recalled doing was cleaning his puke. She winded up in the sack. Nature could not get beaten.

Who tucked her in a duvet while she was asleep? If not Anthony, who did? Her eyes landed on Sledge, who lolled nearer to the couch she laid on. She flashed him a smile and stroked his head, the perky dog getting playful, nibbling her hand. Sledge was out of Anthony's room, which meant Anthony was fine, too. But where was he?

Kayla pushed the duvet aside and sat up, perusing the living room with her eyes. Her eyes caught a neatly folded paper on the coffee table. She reached for it and unfolded it. It was the shortest, but friskiest letter. ‘Next time you sleep in the living room, I'll spank your ass hard