Todd hung the towel and opened the medicine cabinet without looking atthe mirror. He grabbed his bottle of melatonin, shook two pills intohis hand an... swallowed them dry. Muscles relaxed at the back of histhroat and he surprised himself by not gagging as he'd done in thepast. Once finished, he brushed his teeth and stepped over his clothesin order to retrieve his phone from the entryway. It buzzed once morein his hand with a new text message that he ignored.The bed creaked slightly when he. "Destiny surprises me when she apologizes, "I'm sorry that's my fault since I didn't hang the dream catchers this morning before we went to sleep."I derisively snort, "Like those would have done any good!"Destiny laughs her peculiar (but starting to sound familiar) laugh and counters, "You will see when I hang them tonight. You will not have a bad dream when we sleep here tonight."I flip on the lights and inform her, "Well, we might not be sleeping here tonight anyway. Now it's time to get to. I mean when I started this I had no idea it was going to become what it is today. I had a few people who I knew were having affairs. I asked them if they'd like to summer at my vacation home and do some work on the side. They jumped at the chance to be away from their spouse on a work holiday. T'was quickly realized they could then continue their affair more freely. I made myself be where they were, at the wrong times to be sure, and made sure they were aware that I wasn't going to cause. Did he think it was a real tattoo, or just a temporary thing, a transfer, or henna? It didn’t matter. Not in the grand scheme of things, even though she was proud of herself for getting the real deal done. She felt the surge in her stomach again as she watched his mouth curve. He was thinking, perhaps weighing her up. She could see him looking at her reflection as she looked at his.She could guess what he was thinking. One of those goth type girls, the tattoo a provocation rather than an.