Keiko woke late the next morning. She stretched and winced as her body ached in some very intimate areas. She was not quite awake yet and smiled at her thoughts. Her body ached like ones body does after really good sex. Her eyes flew open as she sat straight up in bed as the memory of the night before came back. She groaned and buried her face in the pillow. She remembered everything and how strange she had felt. She remembered making her way home in a fog. His scent had left her feeling almost drugged. She could still smell his scent on her skin and felt her body tighten in response. Her response shocked her. She needed a shower badly. She winced again as her body told her  he had used it well. She gave a little cry of pain as she twisted to get out of bed and felt as if several pins were stabbing into her ass and upper thighs. She wondered what it could be and then just pounded her pillow in frustration. The damn packing crate he had set her on. It had to be wood splinters from the packing crate. She healed so fast that her skin had healed over them in the night. Great just fucking great. Now she would have to ask someone for help. She groaned again. Could this day start any worse?