Despair was something she was not used to.  She looked around the room, the details embedded somewhere she could go over them again and again later.  There was no way out of this, was there?  She slid from the bed and made a slow circle of the bed, bare toes on the floor in easy whispers.  She touched each of the heavy posts, fingertips gliding almost seductively along them before dropping away.  Every moment she was alone the silence crept through her, making her more and more anxious.<br/><br/>Where had he gone?  What did he want?  When would he come back?<br/><br/>There were so many questions and not enough answers.<br/><br/>She finally pulled her hair from its confining band and blonde fell down her shoulders in waves.  She shook it free and dropped back down onto the bed, on her back with both legs curled beneath her.<br/><br/>No one could say the girl wasn't flexible....