Three nights now he hadn’t so much as nodded off for a few minutes. Dream-like visions of his sister’s friend Emily kept filling his head like a catchy song he couldn’t quite banish from his mind. Sometimes erotic, other times disturbing, he wasn’t sure what to make of her intrusions into his brain. They weren’t exactly on friendly terms. He’d only seen her once in the past couple years, at Becky’s funeral last month. He didn’t think she’d seemed angry anymore at the disparaging comments he’d made when Becky had told him Emily professed to be psychic. He saw her face in his mind’s eye, her long dark hair cascading over her shoulders down to her full breasts. She was nude and lovely with skin like silky caramel and bewitching gold eyes too wise for a woman so young. He kissed her, tasted exotic spices and all the pleasure she held in store for him. He plunged his fingers into her hair and they all but disappeared into the thick black strands. Her petite body fit perfectly against his, as if destiny had joined them.
