Head home, for the moment

Where ever you go, Sara is coming with you. You give the cabbie your address. He takes you there and you head inside. Once you make it up to your apartment, you make a quick pass around to ensure that all of the windows are locked tight.

You glance into Sara's room and find her fast asleep. No need to worry her now. There will be plenty of time for that as days go by.

You sit at your computer and start scanning your contacts. As CEO of what would be considered a small pharmaceutical company, you still have over 5000 contacts in your address book. Most are easily discarded, but one pops up early, in the A's and by the end you can't think of a better choice.

Dr. Melissa Adams.

You worked with her on delivery mechanisms of the Lilith Strain a few years ago. She hated the demons more than anyone you ever met, but she would never tell you why. Her husband was a highly decorated member of the military, and her son. Her son was interning with the DSD and hoped to be appointed as an agent very soon.

You try her cell phone, but there's no answer. That's not really a surprise, most 'normal' people aren't waiting for a call at 2:30 in the morning. You type out a short email, trying not to divulge too many details and send it off.

A hot shower washes away the stickiness of sex that still lingers on your body. Then you climb into bed. It's not much of a surprise that after everything that happened today you can't fall asleep, but one though, one image pervades your memory. Greta strutting across the room to you in her lingerie. You've never had a sexual thought about another woman, until now, and now, sexual thoughts of Greta are the only thoughts you seem to have. You bring your hand to your face, even after your shower, you can still smell her juices on your finger. You inhale deeply, and then plunge you other hand into your wet snatch. Your finger rubs your clit, and you think it is Greta's tongue, licking you lovingly. A orgasm comes fast and hard. As you drift off to sleep, you wonder why you would do such a thing. Have you been infected?

You're awakened from your sleep just a few hours later by a knock at the door. Your clock tells you it's 6:30 am. You stumble to your door and check the peephole to see how it is.