Having been completely exposed, she turned around and found that all her attempts to move as quietly as possible were completely in vain. The woman in her bed woke up and sat up, leaning back on a pile of pillows. Her gray-green eyes sparkled in the dim light. “Hello, Nikki,” she said quietly, and there was a hint of a Scottish accent in her words. Helen Stewart was the type of woman you wanted to look at again. Her naked body was buried in a rolled-up blanket and sheet, her sweet sleepy face was framed by strands of dark and bleached hair lying in disarray. She looked absolutely gorgeous.