I laid there in bed drowning once again in my thoughts about her as her scent wrapped around me like a warm blanket. The visions of her on the futon as she pleasured herself flooded my head. I couldn't get her out of my mind. I turned to my side facing away from Carey hoping that would have helped, but it did not. The digital clock on my nightstand displayed that it was almost two in the morning. I was restless. But, I wasn't the only one. I heard Carey shuffle about on the futon. I heard as she adjusted her blankets and even fluffed her pillow up quietly to...