hybriistophiliac:

Morgan didn’t bother to turn around,  recognizing  the
voice immediately. She shook her head and laughed
as she continued her search for a dry shirt  to change
into. She was a bit  of  a  disorganized  slob.  Clothes
were scattered in small piles everywhere. She rutted
through one of them,  peaking  over  her  shoulder  to
smile  at  him.

             ❝ Please, if someone wanted to rape me,
                      I don’t think they’d  bother with the door.
                      Too  many witnesses. There’s  even  a
                      camera   in   the   hall.   Smart   choice
                      would  be  the  window. Which,  by  the
                      way, I don’t lock that either.  I like to be
                      accessible. ❞

     "You’re an idiot, okay?“ He smiled back at her, even
as he said it. "And coming from me, that’s probably saying
something.” Jeff laughed and kicked off his shoes, noting 
that true to form, her window really was unlocked. Far be 
it from Jeffrey to stand up and correct it, though. “Got 
any new magazines or anything? I’m bored as hell. You’re
terrible at strip-teases.”