The next morning saw us huddled together on the narrow bed, the single blanket crumpled by our feet. I awoke with one hand lightly on Angelika's hip and the other under her pillow. Chris was gone but the sound of the shower seemed like a good explanation for that fact. Angie was breathing lightly. She was still wearing her t-shirt and nothing else. Her soft, naked backside showed a white triangle proving she was not a fri...