Ralph.

Immediately seeing that your door is being opened, you reach to your nightstand to flip the on switch. The light illuminates the darkness of the room and illuminates the figure in your door's threshold. The figure is actually Ralph, now dressed in just a pair of black boxers.

Surprised, you get up from your near-slumber, using your blanket to cover your cleavage easily seen through the camisole, and shout at Ralph, "What that hell?"

"Shhhh! Everybody sleeping right now," Ralph shushes you.

"Everybody?" you ask.

"Everybody that came today. Girls like you, guys like me," Ralph explains.

"Then why are you here?" you stubbornly ask.

"I thought you needed company-"

"Company? Please," you stammer.

"Don't be like that, girl" Ralph advises, now walking towards the bed. "Why don't you relax and enjoy the moment?"

"Relax? How can I relax when you here?" you stammer again.

"Why don't you just try?" he asks you to think about it. He is now on the other side of the bed and starting to climb on it. You slide away from him but you are stopped by your lit nightstand. Now drawn into a corner, you can only see Ralph gradually inching and inching closer to you. His face is now directly in front of your and you close your eyes in refusal to see what is about to happen.

Ralph gives you a kiss similar to the kiss he gave before in the lounge room. For thirty seconds, you try to perservere the feeling of another man's lips upon yours. After the thirty-first second, you break the kiss and lay your head sideways on the pillow and breath for air.

"Why can't you relax, Heather?" Ralphs asks, and the word again repeats in your head.