The irony strikes me like a brick. In all my fantasies of revealing mytrue nature to Sherri, the best case scenario was her allowing me torise to the...heights of decadent pleasure. I?d had to persuade heraccept it. To cajole her into letting me be me.Never once had I imagined that her libido would outpace mine. That shewould take me to heights of depravity that my mind was seeminglyincapable of conjuring. That she would take the lead, envisioninglascivious scenarios I hadn?t even. She went into the backroom gathering paperwork and her belongings, before hearing a knock on the door as she didn't expect anyone who actually stayed behind so late. "Come in," she said in a polite tone as Dylan stayed behind walking into the room. "Hey there I'm the new kid on the job, and uh you look amazing. Well thank you and you must be Dylan right? That's me! I'm Ana, nice to meet you." Both shook hands as he locked his gaze on her, taking a seat on the chair as he looked at her."So what. "She sits up, drawing the covers up over herself. Shes getting sleepy again, but she doesnt want to spend another minute in the room.Everything seems too bright, sterile. She feels as if her presence is making things unclean. The messed up bed sheets, covered in her sweat, the glaring walls soaked in her tears, her cries, her screams."I really do wan to leave from here. I feel Ive been through hell, and now, I just want to be alone."She slides off the bed, and picks her clothes up. She gets. I got sleepy around 11 and - I'll admit - a little irritated when she still hadn't arrived home yet. I dozed off and when I awoke it was 3 a.m. Now I was more than a little irritated. All sorts of shit began going through my mind. I tried to call her but it just kept going straight to voicemail - and that began to enrage me.In the morning she was still not home and still wasn't answering her phone. I got the k**s off to school and waited. Around 11 a.m. I heard the key in the lock and saw her.