I opened my eyes and found myself lying on the floor, my shoulders propped against the wall across from the entryway, a good twenty feet from the door... I looked up to see Demie and her mother grappling in the entryway, and a big overweight guy entering the apartment behind them.“Still alive, huh?” the dark-haired young man asked as he made his way over to me. He pulled a penknife from his pocket and opened it up. “Not for long.”“Tom!” Demie yelled a warning, but then her mother surrounded her. My mind started to ponder. A very dangerous thing to do without all the evidence. And where was that evidence pointing, I had to wonder?At six that evening, Brad walked through the door. I had prepared dinner because I always did after he came home from a hard game. Only one thing was different, I had already downed a few glasses of red wine; something a mother with lot’s on her mind shouldn’t do.We sat down, we chatted and he told me all about the game. How he and Bobby both scored home runs,. Her left hand was still on my head. She was looking into my eyes too. Then she slowly started withdrawing her hand. I guess this awkward silence and looking into each others eyes was building the tension.At the moment I forgot about the publication, my work tomorrow, my family, even my name. I felt like we two were drifting alone in the universe. Away from the worlds, towards each other.Her hand slowly went back to her side and at that moment she closed her eyes. It was some kind of trigger.. Aiden's body was toned and slightly tanned, arms full of veins, and light hair on his abdomen.Alexa had the most silky, soft skin. A light, flattering color.Both clad in their underwear, began to get hot and anxious. Stripping each other down in a furious fashion, rolled around Alexa's bed in a fury. Tongues tangled, arms wrapped around each other, bodie's bucking against each other, fighting for an advantage. Aiden took the lead by then gently and softly whispering in Alexa's ear, "I want to.