Which is funny if you think about it, because I know intellectually that it happens to everyone and there’s nothing you can do about it, but there a...e nights when I finally falls asleep from exhaustion because the thought of death sends me into a panic attack. Which doesn’t help anything, because then I worry about what the lack of sleep is doing to me, which just creates a vicious cycle. My palms get sweaty and my heart feels like a jackhammer against my chest. I can tell I go into fight or. “Do you want a coffee?” She asked. “Sure,” I replied. “I’m not sure how long I’ll be sticking around. Bob has gone to see his family so I’m kinda surplus to requirements here”. “What will you do?” Brianna asked. “I haven’t decided yet. I could sneak off and hope my boss doesn’t find out, or I could go into the office like a good boy and be bored all day or I can try to get the day off which I don’t really want to do because I’ve already wasted an hour of it sitting here”. Brianna and I. What came out tasted horrible, and looked a miss mash of watery bourbon and cum.After I had finish throwing up, I simply rolled over and went back to sleep for about an hour.When I woke up again, I felt my ass this time.My ass was sore and coated with cum.When I felt inside my hole, I swear I could have put my hand inside.In fact I almost did, and when I pulled it out it looked like it was coated with cum.I gathered my clothes in a garbage bag and put on my trench coat and staggered to a taxi. As I panted in the aftereffects of the orgasm, I looked at Bettina’s eyes again. They had definitely changed color, from her normal deep brown to a green-gold color. Were they greener than they had been earlier? It was hard to tell. I wondered if the Bettina in front of me was really Bettina. Perhaps all of this was designed to change me, not us. Maybe I was the only one really here. I shook my head.“Why did you just do that in front of Stephanie?” I asked in a low voice.“What?” Bettina looked.