Babyoil Stories

Maggie woke with a start. For a brief instant she experienced one of those panic-filled "Where am I?" moments. It was dark. She stretched and looked at the hotel clock. It was after nine at night. "Bugger," she thought. "I've slept through dinner."Maggie got up and wandered over to the window. The curtains were still open and she caught sight of her own reflection in the floor to ceiling window. Her body still glistened f...