What I do know, is that my brain just gave in. I kept her head down until I felt her trying to push it up. I don’t know if I could have resisted having her, right there, right then, but thankfully, I didn’t have to try. When I woke up, Evelyn was gone. She smiled. Evelyn had left the shower curtain halfway open. Still sleep-deprived, in that magical state between sleep and wake, I tried to find something familiar, something that would answer thr question of what was going on. Every time she slightly turned her body, I could see the side of one of her breasts. There were doors on both sides of the hallway; on one side, there was my old room, and on the other, there was the bathroom. She flicked it over the tip before putting her lips on it. I put my hands under her body, grabbed her breasts, and pushed her up.
