Mike woke up in the middle of the night having Jessica Foster tangled on his legs. He sighed and stared at his lover trying to figure out why he wasn't happy: he had all he ever wanted; the greatest job he ever wanted, a lover without compromise…but something was missing. Maybe he missed his friends at Graceland, he thought but then someone else came into his mind and having this someone out of his life, even if that was time ago, didn't allow him to be happy. Since he broke up with Abby Sinclair he wasn't happy at all. No other girl had made him feel like her, he could be himself with Abby, but she didn't want to know anything about him since she found a gun on his room at Graceland.
"What has become of you Abby?" he said in low voice and nostalgic, in that moment Jess turned her body in peaceful sleep and Mike started to remember all his good times with Abby since he met her…how she defied him all the time, how she worried about him, how they made love and how sometimes she was haunted by an awful dream. Mike frowned and wonder what could it be the dream that invade Abby some nights. He never dared to ask her what it was but he never could find the words.
He couldn't sleep in the whole thinking about that amazing and a little mysterious girl that made his world went better all the time.
At 6am he stood and took a shower to see if he could make his mind up. Suddenly he felt someone hugging him and kissing his shoulder. "Hey big boy" Jessica said in a sensuality touch. Jess always said that her "relationship" with Mike was just for fun but in the deepest and secret part of her mind she wanted him just for her. Mike smiled without happiness and started to kiss Jess and caressing her body but thinking about Abby's words:
... "Are you real Mike?"…
