for supper?" Mom calls from the bathroom, putting away a few toiletries.
"No Ma, I am going to start heading home. It's been fun." I give her a small smile and hug her. She hugs me tightly and I fit perfectly into her motherly bear hug. At one point in my adolescent I was convinced I would grow to tower over my 5'8" mother. However that was not to be as my growth spurt took me to 5'4" and not an inch more.
"Thank you for coming to see your dear old Mom. She misses you and needs to see you are ok for herself sometimes." She gives a little sigh.
I can tell she is both sad I am leaving but also still thinking about the grocery store. I will not go there with her and I think I have made that clear. There are just some things you don't like to go through with your mom again.
"Of course Ma. I love you. I'll talk to you soon ok?" My tone is as reassuring as I can make it. I smile but I know it does not reach my eyes.
"Drive safe Madison, I mean it." The ever-present mom warning.
"I will, don't worry." I smile and wave over my shoulder as I walk out of my childhood home.
The ride home is uneventful. I run through the day's events and struggle through a few breaths as my grocery store run in come across my brain. I quickly push it out of my mind, not wanting to go there.
When I arrive home I quickly change into pajamas, make a quick turkey sandwich and watch a little bit of mindless tv. It's past ten when I glance at the clock and I decide to turn in for the evening.
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The wine is great. Cold and crisp and clean. It's one of those things that I am not used to. I am no wine expert, I don't even particularly enjoy the taste. For some reason he has been able to pick a kind I like every time.
"You look phenomenal. Honestly breathtaking." His brown eyes glow in the soft restaurant light.
I feel a blush take my cheeks, "Really, you're too much, this is too much."
He takes my hand across the table and smiles brightly.
Suddenly a weight is on me.
"That was some good wine sweetheart."
I shake my head as the words hardly sound like words. They are shaky and slurred.
I feel ten hands all over. I can barely breathe and try to come up for air.
"I've wanted to do this all night, since you got into my car in that tight skirt and your hair all done up. God I can't wait to get under those clothes."
It is the tone that makes me start sweating first. The harder I push the heavier the weight is.
"Oh you know you want this as much as I do. I've spent the past month taking you out, wining and dining you and every time you look so...delicious. Stop being a tease, this is what you want."
The weight is all consuming, it's like I am swimming under a pool of breath and hot air.
I shoot up in bed, covered in a blanket of sweat. My breathing is ragged and I look around 2:37 A.M. My bedside clock reads and I take inventory of my body and surroundings. Just me, in my house, in my own bed.
I let out a breath as I throw myself back down on my pillow in exasperation. Chapter 3
Monday morning's alarm clock wakes me with a start. I drag myself from under the covers, start the coffee pot and then hop in the shower. Even after nine days the routine is fresh and easy. I easily follow my ordinary morning routine. Days off are overrated I think to myself. Days not bound by a routine and a system can erupt into chaos and that is one thing I cannot stand.
I leave the house at precisely 7:30. Even though my first class does not begin until 9:00 and I have no scheduled office hours I like to get there early so I can collect my thoughts and be mentally prepared for the lecture.
As usual my car is one of the first in the faculty parking lot. As I close my door I am immediately distracted by loud and obnoxious and extremely out of place sounds. Looking around I notice a huge steel structure that is about 500 feet from my office building. It already has windows and walls and looks much more like a building than I had