As my body stiffens, I shift uncomfortably. He senses my sudden change and I sense his immediate response. My hands are grasping for him now, my breat... ragged, my mind unsure. I feel him simultaneously pull away from me while pushing me away from behind. I fight to keep my mind together, to keep his hands on me, to keep my hands on him. But I can’t turn around. I go to cry out and nothing comes but tears and pained pieces of words. I am sweating when I wake. Sweating and shaking, struggling to. She wasn’t sure what she was seeing at first, but she let her eye grow accustomed to the light, and pressed her nose sideways to get her eye closer to the keyhole. She could make out the face of a slave-girl with wide, white eyes, and coal black skin, her head propped up slightly on the headboard of an ornate rope-bed. Her eyes would close, and her head would roll back, and a big smile stretched across her ample lips; then she looked down at something and giggled, but whatever she was looking. Yet I have no other options. Suddenly, I’m aware of Jay beside me. He wraps an arm over my shoulders and smiles. Looking into his eyes, I feel a little safer. “I know what you’re thinking. I can offer you a ride home?” he says in his deep, sexy voice, holding up his car keys. Relief floods through me, all judgment gone because I know this is the best option. I follow Jay to his car, an older Dodge Charger. The blue paint is scratched and some is scraped off, but inside, the leather seats are. Wondering if this was a mistake.. what if one of our spouses notices something or realizes we actually know each other.. maybe you'll be disappointed, maybe we'll find each other annoying, maybe we'll be discovered, maybe I won't have a chance to even speak to you, let alone anything more... maybe you have an extra finger (OK, it was just a fleeting worry, hardly worth mentioning)...I watch you jump out of the car and look over towards me, your eyes instantly locking on mine... my heart does.