You go to bed. But it's not a restful night.

Full of adrenaline and massively horny, you curse as you climb the stairs to your bedroom. Raping that little bitch Tamara would have been a perfect end to the evening, but doing it with Theresa Maglio in the room, or worse yet involving the mobster's granddaughter, could have meant your life.

You strip your clothes off and throw them on the floor, still grumbling as you roll naked into bed, trying to flush thoughts of plunging into Tamara's ripe young body and fuelling her rape fantasies out of your head. You lay in the darkness, staring at the ceiling, trying to will yourself to sleep.

You consider jerking off to relieve the tension, and you consider taking a warm shower to relax. You think about going downstairs and pouring a drink, or dressing and going for a walk. Instead you just lay in seething and frustrated in the darkness unable to make up your mind.

At some point you slip into a dozing half sleep, your mind still mostly aware.

It is in this partial world of dream that you hear a noise from downstairs.