[Margaret's Perspective]
I looked up at him. He was frowning and all his features were tense. I knew that what I had to do now was obey him.
Donald pulled me straight into my room. This was Donald's first time in my room. Before I could feel ill at ease with the messy furnishings, Donald pulled me into the bathroom again.
As he turned on the shower to wash himself, he took off his shorts. I stood at the side, not knowing what to do. He quickly pulled me over and began to peel my clothes off. He covered my face with his kisses. I looked up in response.
I knew that something must have happened to him, but at this moment, all my questions were unimportant. Donald needed me, and I only needed to respond to him with action.
My clothes were half-hanging from my shoulders. They were stuck to my skin because they were wet. After making no progress up there, Donald began to eagerly remove my dress from the bottom. I raised my hands cooperatively.
