alone.

You roll over, stretching luxuriously. Smiling happily you open your eyes. God, last night was wonderful You look over to Alex. He's not there. And the apartment is deadly silent. Has he left you? Are you going to have to find your way home? Why would he leave you in his own apartment? You feel the first stomach churning flutters of panic. You sit up. The sheets slide down, your tiny pink nipples slowly hardening in the slightly cooler air.

Then you see the scrap of paper on the dresser. It reads 'Morning Toni. Had to go out to grab a few things. Left around 8:30. Be back by 9:30. Make yourself at home. Alex." Next to the note is a neatly folded t-shirt, your clothes from last night, also folded, sitting on top of it. Your breathing relaxes. Alex really is sweet.

You hop out of bed. You pull the t-shirt on. It's long, reaching nearly to your knees. You have a funny feeling Alex purposefully picked this shirt. It allows you to cover yourself if you want, but still look and feel sexy. You don't bother with your panties. They're dirty from last night. And ever since the Curse took effect, you've found you view underwear; for the most part, as an optional extra, not a necessity.

You go to the bathroom, refresh yourself, then head to the kitchen. You pause in the living room, checking the time on the DVD display. 9:04. You turn the TV on, the sounds of the weekend music hit show quietly filling the room. You make a coffee, clattering around the kitchen as you search for the sugar.

You're about halfway through your coffee, sprawled languorously in one of the arm chairs when the door handle rattles.