She laid stark naked in the moonlight generously streaming trough the curtain less window. Her eyes where closed. Her pale blue skin gleamed with a fine shimmer of sweat, she looked like she could be birthed by the moon herself. Was this real or did he hallucinate? Was the vision in front of him simply a product of the tremendous stress he had been under for the last twenty four hours ? Gomez blinked hard but the vision of the lone woman on his bed would not disappear. She was still there, writhing on the crumbled satin sheets shamelessly caressing herself with claw- like hands. The sight was just as mesmerizing as an accident scene, he wanted to look away, yet he could not move. His eyes where slightly bulging by nature, but now they where about to pop out of their sockets. The vein in his forehead was growing dangerously thick and purple, his heart drummed in his chest and his hands grasped the dark wood of the door frame, avoiding him from stumbling into the room and fall on the floor in front of her. The last thing he wanted was to attract her attention. She moaned again and he closed his eyes and shuddered. Then she went from moaning to making a verbal uttering, and he pressed his hands against his ears.
- Hurry up in there cowboy, I need another round of that magic wand of yours!
The cry was greeted by a deep, masculine mumbling seemingly coming from the other side of the bathroom door.
The woman on the bed was not his wife. And for that, he was eternal grateful. But the acknowledgment of who she was sent chills down his spine and made his face burn in the most unpleasant way. The woman he couldn't stop glaring at, the last woman he ever wanted to see naked, especially in his bed, that specific woman had, for reasons God only knew, sex in his bed. He closed his eyes again and wished he had stayed in Tokyo.
