Martha took another sip of her coffee."How is your class going? I don't remember; did you say what are you taking, and I just missed it?" she suddenly...seemed to be trying to take an interest."Oh, it's fine, just fine," I said, avoiding her second question.I was saved by the bell, so to speak.Martha looked at the clock, and stood up, gathering her purse and keys, and heading out to her car in the garage."Got to go! I didn't realize how late it was," she air kissed at me, as if that were a. ..interesting to say the least." He said.I raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?" I mean we could... you know... mess around." He said with a smirk.I scooted towards him, gazing into my own eyes, and feeling his breath gently against my face."Well, I guess we both have needs." I said, eager to hurry up and kiss myself already.We then leaned towards each other, until I felt my own lips press against mine. It felt like a bolt of pure ecstasy coursed through my body with just that first contact,. “Sorry, I forgot your name.” She follows her into a cavernous empty side room.“It’s Abigail, but you can call me Abby.” She slides up the lights revealing a ballroom where they could throw a whole other party. Abby looks around conspiratorially before handing her a wine glass. “Now alcohol isn’t enough to deal with these, but a little blondie, as I like to call them, fixes you right up.” Abby produces a small tin from under her belt and pulls out a white pill. “With one of these you won’t fix. She stood there looking at him sleeping, "Oh Nick, what do you think I should do?"Nedia carried Nick inside the house. She put him in bed and turned to leave quietly. She was in her bedroom taking off her clothes when she heard knocking on the door. She quickly put her clothes back on and headed for the door."Yes. I'm coming." She said in a loud voice."Who could that be?" she asked as she stood in front of the door.Nedia could see a figure standing behind the door. It was a female figure. It.