Jumping up, she looked around and realized that she was in her own bed, back in Memphis. Fully dressed, she stood up and looked around. Her vision doubled, head pounded. Leaning against the wall, she put her hands on her face and wiped the make-up from her skin. Ugh, she hated when she went to bed without washing her face. It always felt grimy the next day. Flashes of the night before flickered in the back of her mind. The swimming pool. The people. The drinking. The sex... “Oh my God!” she exclaimed, grabbing her heart. She had sex with Anatoly last night. She made her way to the bathroom and turned on the faucet. Water flooded into her cupped hands. She splashed her face and suddenly remembered his hands on her breasts. His mouth on her vagina. His fingers inside her. Swallowing hard, she turned off the water and looked at herself in the mirror. More flashes came. Waves of sex. Sex. Sex.
