Cotton were laughing as the walked upstairs. I heard my Mom get into the shower. I heard Mrs. Cotton door shut. Then her box springs squeak as she wen... to bed. The next week was just like normal. I went to college on Tuesday and Thursday. Wednesday and Friday I took online classes. I was free most of the time. My Mom went to work every day from 9 to 6. She would say good bye to Wendy and I before she went to work. I would catch glimpses of Mrs. Cotton all day. She spent the first week locked in. As she sat up, she realised that she felt quite well and realised that her first thought, that she had been hit by a car, was wrong.Using the same language, albeit with an accent, she asked, “I feel fine, but what happened? Where am I? Why am I here?”“You sound well enough,” said the nurse, ignoring her questions, “You can dress if you wish.”“Where am I, exactly?” she insisted. Getting no reply she insisted, “Tell me now, exactly where I am!”“Exactly? You are in room 273, in the Golden Palace,. His breathing was fast and shallow.Abby pulled back and looked at him. His beautiful amber eyes were like a deer in the headlights.He's scared and never expected what I did, crap, okay girl, slow down.“I got a little carried away, showing how attractive and desirable you are. I'll change out of this dress. There is a cheese and veggie tray in the fridge, along with a bottle of wine. Put them on the table, we'll talk when I return.”In the bedroom, Abby quickly removed her dress; put her lingerie. Ah, minty-fresh! I spot her perfume on the shelf. One spritz into the air and I walk into the fine mist. Mmmm. It reminds me of her. I smile to myself.I make my way back to her bed and carefully slip in. Ten minutes until the alarm. I snuggle close to her. My leg find it's way between hers. My warmth against her leg, hers against my leg. My hand on her belly. I lay quietly with her, watching her sleep.The clock radio comes to life. An overly-caffeinated radio personality is selling.