Lynn blinked open her eyes, into the darkness. She couldn't remember where she was that would be so dark, or that she would be in a bed. She heard the soft snoring beside her. She turned towards the sound and could just make out the profile in the dim red glow of the alarm clock. It was four am, if the clock was correct. Her memory returned and she had last looked at the clock at three pm, when Billy had turned the TV on. She couldn't believe she had slept that long. She laid her head back down, and closed her eyes. She was afraid of what dawn would bring.
Billy had fallen asleep, but not stayed asleep. He had watched a couple movies on silent with the subtitles on, then turned off the tv and went out to get them some dinner. She never woke up, so he ate alone. He had bought a loaf of bread, peanut butter, and grape jam. He already had disposable flatware, although he tried to save them as much as possible. He had gone back to bed at nine.
Billy's alarm went off at six. Lynn sat up, startled. Billy reached over and smacked the snooze button on the alarm clock. He reached out his other hand to rest on her back. Lynn relaxed into his hand, and he caressed up to her shoulder blades and down to her hip. Then Billy sat up and turned on the lamp beside the bed. They both squinted into the brightness.
"Hungry?" Billy asked. Lynn nodded her head. Billy swung his legs out of the bed, retrieved the loaf, two jars and plastic knife, and returned to the bed. He let her make a sandwich first, then made one for himself. Lynn watched him as she ate. He had fed her twice now, with no prompting. Almost every other man she had been with, she had to voice her hunger before being fed. Sometimes, not even then, she would have to perform some sort of favor.
Billy stuffed half his sandwich in his mouth when he was done making it, and grabbed all the stuff and stashed them in the mini fridge, and pulled out a pint of milk. Lynn could only gape at him when he held it out towards her. Billy shook it at her, emphasizing his intent for her to take it with a nod of his head, his mouth being full. Lynn took the bottle and opened it. She watched him intently as she hesitantly raised the mouth to her lips. He watched her finally take a small sip. She held the bottle back to him, and he took it. Billy took a mouth full of milk, then handed it back to Lynn as he bit into his sandwich a second time, this time a smaller bite. Lynn took another sip, a little larger than her last. She held the milk in her mouth a moment before swallowing. Billy smirked, the thought popping into his mind to make sure he saw her do that after sucking his cock. But now was not the time. They had work to do. You don't make rent money sitting around fucking.
Billy finished the bottle of milk, and then retrieved their clothes from the hangers, separating them at the edge of the bed. Lynn pulled the little sundress over her head, and pulled her arms through the jacket arms. Billy pulled on jeans, and thermal shirt, a flannel shirt and jacket, socks then boots. He pulled a second thermal shirt from his backpack and handed it to Lynn.
"What?" she asked.