Yes." Yes? How, Sal?" They die, Paul. That's it. In my day, you could get pregnant, or need some penicillin. Now people die." Yeah, I understand. Sorr...." I brought it up, not you, Paul. You here for dinner?" We have to sort that out." Oh?" Yeah. Well, you know I'm only here because Mum wouldn't let me go and camp in the tent anywhere else." She was worried about your safety. Mothers are supposed to be. Anyway, so?" Well, if I was doing that, I could hardly have dinner in the house, could I?". “Hi.” She was obviously just trying to be friendly. It was my third week at the duplex. I recently learned that the halves were separated by a door in the basement. It was also where the washing machine and dryer was. I saw the door and decided to give the door knob a twist. It opened surprisingly easy. I gently shut it. I walked upstairs. I heard another round of arguments the next day. It was much worst then the others. I heard a slap and the fighting ended. The back door opened and closed.. What was taking her so long? Or was it long? I had no idea. My perception of time was all messed up and I could have been sitting there for minutes, hours or days and not known the difference.I didn’t even realise I’d finished my drink until my glass was empty. I sighed and I stood to pour myself another. I had my back to the door when the softest voice imaginable said, “Paul?”I turned and gasped, nearly dropping the bottle. Clarissa leaned against the door frame, her arm raised above her head. Her mouth opened slightly as her breathing quickened. Her eyes had hat familiar glassy, distant look of a woman that was consumed by pure sexual desire.It seemed only seconds before she shuddered with an orgasm, our eyes never wavering from each other.Her mother's voice broke the silence as she shouted from inside the house, asking me if I wanted to switch from bourbon to wine? I answered "Yes," as I chugged down the last of the wine in my glass lifted my hand from the water, shaking the water.