The DonaldsonsChapter 7
Melinda opened her eyes and looked around. The sun was rising in the east. Seeing it, she sat up. A small breeze caused her to look down at her nude body. The events of the previous night came rushing back to her. She groaned, “Oh my God. It wasn’t a dream.” “Good morning,” Mike said. He was lying on his side watching her sleep. Frantic to get in the protective cover of clothes, Melinda asked, “Where’s my dress?” “I think you are sitting on it,” Mike answered watching her try to cover her...