On a cold summer night, Celine found herself drooling endlessly in a pool of her own water. Her thoughts were wild and loud. All she wanted was a very warm cuddle. Perhaps, a little bit more than that. She could feel the dampness in between her legs. Her hands slowly slid under the bedspread and found its way to her thighs. She was only wearing a nightgown as short as a man's t-shirt. And she did that on purpose.

"Honey," she called out to Richard.

But no response came from him. He was soundly asleep. She reached out to him with her other hand. However, he had no plans of...