I woke up with a slight headache. I checked my watch and it's almost noon. Last night seemed like a scary dream or a night mare—A beautiful night mare, a good scary dream. I just can't wait to see Jon this morning. I got up, brushed my teeth, had my hair up in a ponytail, applied lip gloss, mascara and a hint of baby pink blush to my cheeks. I put on a dark-brown Gucci leather shorts, a white tank, and sashayed out to find him. Jon sat in the parlor alone, reading a newspaper."Hello", I said, I sat next to him on the couch, took the remote and switched on the television.He just glanced over at me, and said with less interest, "morning or afternoon, I guess". Then his eyes returned to the newspaper. "Everywhere is quiet. Where's everyone?" I asked. He told me that Andrew went out and that Vanessa didn't come home last night. I thought of the possibilities of Vanessa catching us red-handed in the garden, or, Andrew watching us from his room's window, since he went to bed early las
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