C66 The enemy of my enemy is my friend

Lisa woke up late. She blinked several times to adjust to the bright light. Her muscles were sore, as if she had been run over repeatedly by a truck. She yawned and stretched a little. Removing her hair from her face she found herself in a familiar place. It smelt like a men's room. That cologne she knew too well. The mixture of citrus, lavender and other exotic flowers