The Gift
The room in the basement was gloomy. She had been told to keep it that way. A small electric lamp in one corner offered modest lighting. She sat down on the mattress that both herself and Nikki shared. Theirs was a loose kind of schedule. Nikki would take her turn while Laura was attending college during the early part of the day, and then while Nikki was at work it would be her turn. Her own frequent visits were partly through curiosity, partly through maintenance, partly through wanton lust....