SENSITIVE

Midnight struck and Angela stirred in her sleep. She turned in bed, restless suddenly she felt a chill, and opened her eyes.

The room was dark, but she could see the outline of the furniture, the curtains rustling in the wind.

She was alone on the bed.

She sat up, her heart pounding.

She had the overwhelming feeling that something was wrong. She quickly touched her boobs and tried to insert a finger into her cunt.

“Good grief,! It didn't happen. I must've passed out again”.

She sighed in relief.

“Where is that Monster? Did he go out with those women? I hope so,’’.

She slipped out of bed, careful not to make a sound.

She tiptoed across the room, her bare feet making no noise as quietly as she could.

She reached the door, her hand shaking as she turned the knob, surprisingly it opened without requesting a passcode.

She held her breath.

“That's odd”.

As the door swung open she was greeted by a blast of cold air.

“Where do you think you are going?”

That gave her a jump start, closin