Let's be real - we all want love. With Langston it wasn't about hearing "I love you" or expecting him to actually listen to me. It was about the atten...ion. He had to devote a significant amount of time to manipulating my every waking moment - and some of my sleeping ones as well - so I felt important. I felt important putting the card back into its envelope and shimmied the top off of the box. Inside I could see the folds of soft yellow tissue paper concealing a treasure underneath. My heart. But as is often the case in my life these last years, things became confused and eventually simply blank. I obviously made it home to my own bed, which was not always the case I admit.With stiff hands, I pulled the thick warm goose feathered duvet up to my chin and clenched my eyes tight. I knew from experience that the spinning vision would soon stop, the pain from the light decreasing to an uncomfortable roar.I was naked, I realized.Had I made my own way home last night or had someone. Despite the absolute oddity of all of it, and her rampant confusion, Judy couldn’t help but notice how stunning M. Melissa looked. The black lace of the shirt and the tight black pants she was wearing contrasted perfectly with her pale, white skin and matched her long, silky, flowing black hair. Her long dark eyelashes, sparkling green cat-like eyes, high cheekbones and ruby-red lips all worked together in a symphony of features to express every emotion with absolutely beauty. Add to all of. “Do me a favor honey, while I take a shower and nap can you make sure Gillian gets her soup, and maybe a Tylenol too.” Helen shoots me this look like what the fuck, “ughh I’m such a good step-mother. My head is starting to hurt too” is the last thing I hear as I head up to my room.Helen’s POVThat fucking prick and his shit-head daughters. It’s been too long since I’ve been laid and I’m so fed up with this shit. I finally compose myself and go to my room to change out of my work clothes. I strip.