She had been divorced for about two years and had really gotten into shape after the divorce was final. One night, Brad and I came home after midnight...and Brad passed out drunk onto the couch. So I quietly went upstairs to go into his room to sleep. I saw Brad's mom, Sara, was still awake, the light in her room still on. I opened the door to let her know we were home. And then I saw her. She was propped against her headboard, feet planted, naked. Her long, brown hair hung down her sides. One. ... but then I thought of the dance floor in the Dance-Palace.There was this strange man whom I made everything in front of the public of the club visitors.I just let him do it... Or was it completely different? Did I allow it? Was I really in control?No, because actually he rather determined the situation about me.I did not pretend what was going to happen, I honestly thought to myself, but rather the stranger and the viewers determined the situation.I just did not resist it, maybe because at. “I looked this up beforehand and read that they would confiscate them. Liquids too.” She sighed. “Smart, little miss know-it-all,” she said. I shrugged. “I thought everybody knew that,” I said. “Fuck, I didn’t want some sleazebag to go through my suitcase and slobber touch all my stuff,” she said, sighing again.I looked past her to Stefania. “Do you have the same problem?” I asked. She shook her head. “No, I’ve already put it ... already took care of that.” I eyed her suspiciously. “You’re not. From a mere drizzle now the clouds burst and I jumped in shock as thunder pealed, lightning flashed, and the old trees outside swayed in excitement. Simone did not seem to notice I was there at first. One red-bulbed lamp was lit and several candles.“Come in Mrs. Xavier, shut the door,” she commanded and I did so."Now sit down and take off that stupid coat,” she said, in an imperious, threatening tone.I hung up my wet coat and suddenly felt ridiculous in this sexy blue dress that my husband.