I settled into my bed. It had been a long day, with Dewey's questioning, and the reporters (Gale) being irritating. I don't mind staying with Kirby and Theo, but something still irks me.

A few minutes ago, Theo came in and asked me not to disturb them for a while, as they were "watching a movie upstairs and didn't wanna be disturbed." Yeah right.

I could tell that they were up to something, from the look in his eyes. I had that gift.

"I wonder what was so important that they had to make something up…-" I mused, and cut herself off as she heard the slightest sound.

"What was that?" I wondered out loud, and I heard it again. A definite moan. I recognized it as a feminine sound. The thought hit me finally as I heard the moaning get louder and faster until a definite climax, and it quieted down to near silence.

"Oh." I thought awkwardly as I realized what it was, feeling guilty for listening in. But in my train of thought I realized that I had reached into my pajamas and begun touching myself.

"What the-" I swore, withdrawing it quickly. There was a murderer! There was no time for this! However, despite all these valiant resistances, I found my hand in my pants again.

"Oh, goddamn it. They're upstairs, so they won't notice…" I muttered, knowing that when I was in the mood, I wouldn't be able to do anything else efficiently, especially sleeping.

I carefully shed my pajamas, and tossed my bra and panties away. I froze as I realized I hadn't closed or locked the door to my bedroom. I relaxed as I knew they wouldn't come down here. So I figured, why not?

"I hadn't…had sex in so long." I thought out loud. There hadn't been time for it. I was so busy since the book was published. I hadn't had sex or even touched myself since I met that prostitute back in New York. Yes, I was ashamed, but I had the money, and was bored. So I bought her services, and even more shame knowing I had bedded with another woman.

I cast off the blankets, not needing them, and turned around, facing the bed. Billy had taught me this trick, and even though I hated his soul, I used this trick a lot. I pressed my pussy against the soft sheet covering the mattress, and held the pillow sideways, as if it was someone.

I then began rubbing myself against the mattress furiously, moaning softly from the burning pleasure building up in my body. I gripped the pillow like a person and started making out with it, kissing its surface.

I finished after a few minutes, and went on the mattress, leaving a large wet stain on the sheet.

"Oops. I hope Kirby doesn't use the guest room to often…" I thought guiltily.

And as burning as before, the hunger for the pleasure came back. I shrugged.

"Might as well…" I muttered.

I began humping the same spot again, and kissing the pillow, leaving my saliva all over it. The wetness of the blanket only made it more enjoyable as I went again and again, succumbing to the long-growing hunger for sex that had been consuming me for months. In a half-hour, a huge portion of the mattress was soaked with my cum, and smelled of fresh sex. Looking at it, it was pretty obvious someone had been either humping it a long time or spilled several gallons of water all over it. I groaned as I realized I had, in my ecstasy, cummed all over my favorite book. I examined the soaked book, hoping it could be saved.

No luck. I had directly fucked the book, sending my cum onto the pages themselves.

"Great. I'm fucking beds and books. What next?" I groan.

I frown as I notice a small lump under the sheets, and shift the soaked blanket to see what it was.

Shit. It was Kirby's PHONE. How the HELL did it get here? Did I accidently grab it and take it with me to bed? Either way, it was soaked in my cum as well. I desperately tried to turn it on. It did, thank god. However, it smelled of my fresh juices. Kirby is gonna know what that smell is. She's probably played with herself long enough to know the smell of a woman's pussy juices.

"Shit. She's gonna kill me." I groaned yet again. "How do I get myself into these situations…"

With nothing else to do, I laid the phone down and sat on the soaked bed, still naked.