That s So Wrong Chapter 5
Day 2—Tim and Tammie Timothy Johnson (still Timmy to his overbearing family) groaned and stretched awake. Squinting against the morning sunlight filtering through the less than opaque he looked around the room. It was a standard, though well-appointed king-bed hotel room. Window beside, and TV opposite the bed. Leather lounge chair and ottoman in the corner. Closed bathroom door, with 2 nice robes hanging from hooks on the other side of the bed. And—holy shit! A naked girl lying on her back...