I was dating a fine woman. She was in her 40’s working woman that had a freaky side. What I would soon find out is her 18 year old daughter had the same genes. Liz, my girlfriend, was gonna be working all day and because we had a little sleep over the night before I told her that I’d be here at her house when she got home from work.
It was a quiet Thursday evening in early December, and for once the apartment was completely mine. My roommate had gone to visit her family for the weekend, and I had the whole place to myself until Sunday. I’m 25, single after a messy breakup a few months ago, and lately I’d been craving touch more than ever. The kind of deep, aching need that keeps you restless at night.