THE PROGRESSION OF HANNAH TRENT
Erik D. Astor
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Copyright 2012 Erik D. Astor
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Hannah Trent was groggy and her head was pounding when she opened her eyes slowly, disoriented for a moment when she saw the hotel wall. She rolled over, toward the light coming through the window, squinting, waiting for the veil of sleep to lull her back into a comfortable sleepy morning, but she the light was too bright to allow that. She stretched and rolled onto her back and took a deep breath, the movement popping her bare breasts from underneath the cream colored sheet.
On the nightstand beside the phone was a half full glass of vodka, the Absolute bottle behind it with just a few inches of liquor remaining. Hannah willed her body to get up, swinging her legs over the side of the bed and pushing up, the dull ache in a half dozen spots reminding her of her previous night. The inside of her thighs were sharper pains as she stood up, padding to the bathroom and sitting down clumsily onto the commode, her pussy raw and burning as she peed. She fumbled with the coffee maker, ran cold water into the sink and splashed it on her face, rubbing the sleep from her eyes and with damp hands running her hands through her hair, pulling it back behind her ears. As she dried her face on the hand towel she looking in the mirror.