" Who the fuck are you?? I blurted staring at the pale, red headed woman smoking at my side.? She was walking in pace with me now, though I had no ide... where she'd come from."I'm sneaky", she said as if she'd read my mind.? "And I know how to get into your head.? I know how to get into a lot of people's heads."? Her eyes flared green in contrast to her hair.? "You start with hair and eyes", she said, pointing her cigarette at me.? "You'll get to my complexion and then my tits.? You're a little. I assume my wife did the same, for when I came to, I was the first to wake. And what a surprise it was.I was barely awake, still worn out to my very soul. I sat up on the edge of the bed. Please keep in mind how groggy I was here in order to understand how I might not have noticed immediately. That, and it was very dark in the room. I flipped on the light switch and looked at the clock. 10:42 PM. I will never forget that time. I turned to see if my wife was waking up yet, and I saw myself lying. And it physically hurts. It’s a cycle of rejection, I never know what I’ve done. I know it’s never anything I’ve done.The arguments always go something like this:He’ll try and excuse himself, ‘I’ve just been busy babe. I’m sorry. I think about you all day, you know I do, you’re all I think about.’I’ll try and push him to open up, ‘But you don’t show it, you’re hot and cold. It hurts me when you disappear.’He’ll apologise and tell me he’ll change, ‘I don’t mean to be, I’ll think more. Now I know. Why? Don't you?" Well..." I closed my eyes for a second and took a deep breath before opening them again."What's wrong, Tiff?" Nothing," I said quickly. "I just ... I've never been on a date before." I know," he chuckled. "Your mom made sure I knew that." Oh." I nodded, wondering what else she might have said."She told me to make sure you have a good time," he told me. "And, um ... if I touch you, she'll break my fingers." What?" I laughed and rolled my eyes."I think she was joking," he.