Trish was happy that Sam invited her to stay the night. Not only did it mean a chance to hang out more with a dear friend, but in a more twisted way it meant she could keep using the remote on Sam as well.
The girls decided to watch tv for a little while. They turned to a sitcom and sat for a few minutes. Their interest in the show didn't last very long, though. Soon the two were drowning out the flat jokes and forced laugh track with their own engaging conversations.
Trish settled into the routine of telling Sam how work was treating her, and about some of her strange coworkers at the grocery store.
"Hey, hooold on a sec," Sam said, getting up. "I think I'm gonna go put soooomething on."
Trish thought she meant music, but she watched Sam head into her bedroom. She came out a minute later in a loose white tee-shirt and plaid pajama bottoms. Suddenly, Trish remembered about the remote, and the fact that neither she nor Sam were supposed to be cowgirls. She was surprised at how easily she had been talking for the past ten minutes as if their lives were still completely normal. Sam, unaware like the rest of the world, just happened to reminded her through her actions.
"It feels nice toooo wear clothes once in a while," Sam said. "Even if it's only in private."
Trish knew now was the time to get more mileage out of her remote. She got up under the pretense of getting something from the kitchen and quietly lifted the remote out of her purse on her way there. Sam had already gone back to watching television and didn't notice. Once in the kitchen, Trish pulled up Sam's profile and began to make some alterations...