The other room occupant was a short 4'10" voluptuous brunette, nicely built all round; her dark hair cut in an attractive bob style, and was dressed i... a purple t-shirt and panties as she too climbed into the bed. The only problem: that there was only the one bed, granted it is queen sized, but at least they were getting along, so it shouldn't really be a problem. And they had actually agreed not to hog the sheets from one another, as they had no choice but to sleep in the same bed.As they were. I want luminous skin that glows heated and confident beneath form fitting cloth; to stand, hands running erotically down the curvature of my hips as his salivating mouth dribbles his lustful need in an ever expanding pool of desire atop his desk. I want to bend from the waist so he can admire the rounded perfection of my buttocks. I want to take his face and press it into the full cup of my breasts so that his tongue can lap at the intoxicating coating of perfume that I have so carefully placed. "Funny, I don't even remember what we were fighting about. It always seems to be something trivial." It was about Bethany," Kelly says. "You don't like her and she's one of my best friends. But never mind about that right now, I wished you had come home last night," she says in her best purr-like voice. "I was horny for some make-up sex," she laughs.Fuck! She's even given it a name. I wonder if she names the others 'wake-up sex' and 'welcome home from work-sex'. "Kelly," I take her hand, "there. And it was nearly a spill, a bad one. There were no doctors, nor any attendants. Never had any brochure she’d read ever mentioned this. Something was dreadfully wrong here, that was for certain.And it was dark. Why was it dark? Sure, small lights flickered on some of the other rows of coffins, but most of the ones that were open were dark. Indeed the will-o-the-wisp quality of the shifting lights and competing glows was perhaps more disconcerting than simple, complete darkness would have been..