The situation was bad enough, and he’d already have to apologize about the carpet. He didn’t want to have to apologize for her outfit. A small selfish part of him hoped he wouldn’t have to clean up his own vomit after he got himself cleaned up.
“All done?”, the woman asked her eyebrows raised to emphasize her question. Avoiding eye contact, Dante nodded his head. “Okie dokie,” she said, “Up we go!” With surprising alacrity and incredible ease she lifted Dante off the ground by the waist and carried him over to the padded table.
“The hell? Oomph!” Dante shouted as he quickly found himself being carried and then plopped onto the padded table. He turned his head and saw the woman opening the cabinet underneath the table.
